Writ large it was!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Came across a tear once
it was neither from joy or sadness and yet it was a tear. At the same time I came across a writ too! Which was written but it wasn’t a write. Lost me shirt I did! Torn right off me. They called it a tear and I was written off. It had a writ all over it and it was writ large all over my face. It was a writ as large as a writ large can be! Yep, clear and obvious! No writ small here. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2021 Last Updated on February 8, 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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