careless whispersA Poem by andrew mitchell
He who whispers, close
Should not be just sweet nothings Her ear hears love most.
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andrew 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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