The wrong call.A Poem by andrew mitchellfictional ramblings
The wrong call.
When the toss was called Heads or Tails, much riding on the outcome; the coin didn't fall. Her slight give, all take; just didn't seem equal. In a life's bet lost she took all the takings, even the coin had a place in her purse.
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3 Reviews Added on August 8, 2016 Last Updated on August 8, 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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