His work was never done!A Poem by andrew mitchell
His work was never done!
His work was never done, even after his death, still weighed down in chains, he found the other skeleton staff.
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1 Review Added on September 18, 2016 Last Updated on September 18, 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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