The StutterA Poem by andrew mitchell
The Stutter.
Was not the stutter a pause to reflect, an indecision on what might evolve, and become, what may transcend to take back, momentarily not sure, choose another path repercussions hang in the balance, confidence in the making: growth or shattered, all pronounced in a word, a stutter. That pause!
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3 Reviews Added on July 7, 2016 Last Updated on July 7, 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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