The narrative of the wheel.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Everyone wanted to be
the spokes in my wheel but no one volunteered to be the grease that turned the wheel, hence we were left less travelled. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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1 Review Added on January 13, 2021 Last Updated on January 13, 2021 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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