The lines the limit!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I don’t throw
away lines I’m a hoarder. Anyway, whose line is it anyway hanging out words to dry on a line all washed of meaning. Yes! It’s all about your lines. Did you cross the line to get here or did you forget your lines? Get in line they say: it takes all kinds. A classy line! A trashy line A catchy line or a line drawn in the sand. Anyway, save your lines and face the sentence. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on February 23, 2022 Last Updated on February 23, 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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