The tables had turned. take 2A Poem by andrew mitchell
The tables had turned. take 2
How was he to know the tables had been turned, the place settings were all the same apart from a knife missing. Still he felt the detachment as blood poured; a back wound, a knife apparently.
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1 Review Added on June 26, 2016 Last Updated on June 26, 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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