It doesn't matter who,it's my generation.A Poem by andrew mitchell
What the world
needs now is a spring clean of Mother's cupboard. The man of his generation had to pass on.... so the next man of his generation could repair the damage laid out before him or face the inevitable truth that man was heading to self annihilation. Damage permitting the animals and plants may or will rejoice. The end.
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2020 Last Updated on December 29, 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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