Hanging up the boots.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Hanging up the boots.
As the last thought came out with nothing more to say than a trickle, the pen and inkwell dry, his only action, to take a bow in appreciation to the fifty pen onlookers while the final curtain fell.
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Added on April 5, 2016 Last Updated on April 5, 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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