A very long holidayA Poem by andrew mitchell
If only
the scales measured correctly for the memories lingered a little longer swinging by the rope. Life a very short march climbing a few steps while looking your best to the gallows. Where to Sir? To the gallows of course! It’s where all life goes. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on December 5, 2022 Last Updated on December 5, 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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