When a rock has no tuneA Poem by andrew mitchell
I am a rock
but I can't roll I'm an island grovelling in the gravel mixing it with the sands. I should have been a barrel. Roll out the barrel! Yep! Rock on! For I have rocked through the ages but now I gather moss. © 2023 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 24, 2023 Last Updated on January 24, 2023 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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