The old building was torn down.A Poem by andrew mitchellscribbles of the day.
The old building was torn down.
Who am I to comment but hide behind thoughts in disarray; questioning the fragility of love's foundation crumbling, now sold, a new developer.
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1 Review Added on September 21, 2016 Last Updated on September 21, 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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