LOOKING BACKA Poem by andrew mitchell
As time slips by,
One reflects On all the goals one has set, And although along the way There'll be regrets. One concedes: the reward is life Until death.
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1 Review Added on March 8, 2015 Last Updated on March 8, 2015 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..Writing
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