Nothing works!A Poem by andrew mitchellA day when nothing seems to be working, or feels right and everything is obscure, just crazy!
Empty is the stomach
When the hand that feeds Is no more. The wallet empty! Both runneth away with legs. "Come back Legs!" "Bring back my hand To work, that feeds, That works!" " Come on legs!" " Move it!" " I need you!" Now! Where's my mind? "Lost!"
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4 Reviews Added on May 25, 2015 Last Updated on May 25, 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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