It’s not my oyster!A Poem by andrew mitchell
The world -
an unmade room I try to organise to keep clean but I’m not alone too many cracks walls falling down it’s no good everyone’s renovating it’s out of control and I’m only renting. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on September 18, 2021 Last Updated on September 18, 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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