Whose line is it anyway?A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the line of control
lies the line of power. We cross the line we toss the line we play the line we tow the line we bend the line we break the line to suit our needs. We have all been given lines. Do what you will with yours, in line with what you need. Grab a line! Get a line! Get in line! There is no God only the Ruler of Lines. He speaks: " Give me your lines, and I'll tend to them for you." I walked the thin line to be with you, and aligned with you your straight line went through me. The entanglement of you was .... you were out of control, you forgot your lines, you didn't join our dots. I cannot hold your line anymore. I must go to the end of the line. Goodbye our lines! Goodbye our dots! In the line of duty your lines are tied. Don't try to move with the times for time will remove you during time's lines. So watch your line I could be drawn to you next time. But for now. Bye bye! I'm on another line, and your line has a fish.
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3 Reviews Added on December 6, 2020 Last Updated on December 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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