The bridge.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The bridge.
When he said. " Will you marry me? " She said. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Well! Four thousand miles later. No bridge! As the flood waters crossed over it, there was a parting of the ways in the waters. A bridge of no return.
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1 Review Added on June 11, 2016 Last Updated on June 11, 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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