When old MacDonald had no farm.A Poem by andrew mitchell
On animal farm
to reach the top one had to baa to the moo before the neigh following the oink. Idealism at play a romp in the hay where everyone owns a needle in the haystack. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on November 15, 2021 Last Updated on November 15, 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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