Down the corridor, turn left.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Strolling down
The corridors of life From virgin eyes to old. How vast are the views To behold. "But too late!" he cried. The acquired wisdom now collected Lays to rest on tired bones.
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5 Reviews Added on April 18, 2015 Last Updated on April 18, 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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