A prosthetic verse.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The prosthetic verse
goes out on a limb deciding to run but never able to walk the mile. In the end what’s a verse without a body, it’s movement motionless on the junk pile. A new line was ordered. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 2, 2021 Last Updated on July 2, 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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