The Rope.2A Poem by andrew mitchell
The Rope.
Twas not the rope that hung me but the trip that had me snared, swinging.
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1 Review Added on August 15, 2016 Last Updated on August 15, 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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