The Bridge.A Poem by andrew mitchellscribbles for my muse
The Bridge.
There is a bridge I cannot cross: It's not a bridge too far, it's just.... a bridge I'm not ready.... to cross.
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4 Reviews Added on October 10, 2016 Last Updated on October 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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