During King Henry the eighthA Poem by andrew mitchell
Who are you?
I’ve come to chop off your head. Sure you don’t want to play heads or tails? No! Your head! What about Russian roulette with the guillotine? No! No! No! What about the mess? It comes with the job. You sure it’s my head? Alright then, make it quick. Hang on! Is this Anne Boleyn’s house? No! She lives next door. Oops! Sorry! Look it’s only a tiny cut! © 2022 andrew mitchellReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 13, 2022 Last Updated on January 13, 2022 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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