It’s odds on over equals!A Poem by andrew mitchell
We are all
at odds with one another one is greater than, the other less than, and even in compromising one is giving way. There will be no equals in WE for we are all too strong as individuals in the self preservation of I. We will always be at odds with each other and that’s why three will always be a crowd. In the space given there’s no room for two. © 2020 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on December 9, 2020 Last Updated on December 9, 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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