Freedom.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Freedom.
Anyone for a grape? Glory of the Roman Empire became enslaved in itself; on enslaving becoming a slave to democracy, failed to recognise in its falling. Freedom. Maybe a glass of wine? Perhaps!
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Added on September 5, 2016 Last Updated on September 10, 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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