The tables had turned.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The tables had turned.
How was he to know the tables had turned the place settings were still the same.
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1 Review Added on June 25, 2016 Last Updated on June 25, 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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