The players.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The players.
Around the card table gambling; uncertainty always played its hand as did choice, badluck, luck, loss, hope, and indecision. on leaving the table, unfortunately quit was always late to intervene.
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4 Reviews 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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