Dreaming by day, Nightmares at night.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Dreaming by day, Nightmares at night.
Was the product of my dreams, my imagination? An hallucination? A nightmare on the rise! Or just tripping out on the light fantastic; a magic mushroom from Toad Hall, kindly donated by Mr. Toad. Or simply a frog under the mushroom, beneath the willow tree. I gazing through transparent thoughts in a daydream lost in the garden.
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1 Review Added on October 4, 2016 Last Updated on October 4, 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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