Motoring thoughts.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Motoring thoughts.
An inept thought travels the cerebral highway only to stop motionless at the intersection; lights flashing, paused...... not knowing which way to go Meanwhile a secular thought runs a red light in a hurry the poetic police in hot pursuit.
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1 Review Added on July 2, 2016 Last Updated on July 2, 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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