No recipe.A Poem by andrew mitchell
No recipe.
There was no recipe for success on love; a pinch of salt a dash of that. All ingredients were hidden to be opened, tasted first, then.....
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2 Reviews Added on April 4, 2016 Last Updated on April 4, 2016 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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