The flight of a GoldfishA Poem by andrew mitchell
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on tiles; last breath, watery tide flows empty. Knocked from table caught the floor. A home; glass from sands; smashes. Life no more. © 2015 andrew mitchellReviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 6, 2015 Last Updated on May 6, 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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