The outstretched word of verse.A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the yawn
was no more a poetic pause that outstretched the sneeze, it was the cough that covered the word while the nose flooded the page - verses were still extracted from the lion’s mouth. © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 6, 2020 Last Updated on November 6, 2020 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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