Dressed in white at your serviceA Poem by andrew mitchell
When he finally
went through the Pearly white gates there up the path was the pub and inside this pub were topless angels pouring beer. Such ambience of happiness and contentment. was felt by all but not all was well for he cried and cried he had given up the heavenly drink just before he died. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on October 31, 2022 Last Updated on October 31, 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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