The mortgageA Poem by andrew mitchell
The mortgage.
When time was mortgaged my repayments on time, given no extension It was I..... who was running out. Time.
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2 Reviews Added on June 20, 2016 Last Updated on June 20, 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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