Rolling with the adjectives.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The world was his dictionary,
and through the language of life, given just limited time, he couldn’t play with all the words. Running with verbs, chasing down nouns, living amongst the grammar hurdles: tripping over commas, crashing into full stops, then starting all over with a Capital until he ran out of words. He never did get to love all the words however he did form a sentence with a few. During the times of highs and lows enduring cutting remarks, he found a book he couldn’t read and so he took to signs. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 27, 2021 Last Updated on February 27, 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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