The Service.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The Service.
I just knew.... I was in the wrong place. When I arrived at St. Peter's Gate. It was closed. I forgot the Sunday Service. Funny! The other place opened 24/7.
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1 Review Added on August 20, 2016 Last Updated on August 20, 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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