![]() No control.A Poem by andrew mitchell
No control.
When control became out of control, stepping aside, pushed. Chaos in laughter stood up and took over, losing control.
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1 Review Added on May 8, 2016 Last Updated on May 8, 2016 Author![]() 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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