The Dead Ghosts Society.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The Dead Ghosts Society.
Welcome everyone! Glad you could all come! I see some have just appeared while others have floated in. Each had their own vernacular. "How did you get here Sir?" "By rope." "and you, miss? How did you get here?" "By drowning." " What about you Madam?" " Cancer!" " and you, old man?" " Bullet!" " and yes!" What about you Sir at the back of the room." "How did you get here?" " By natural causes!" " Well I never!" " That's so rare." "How was it?"
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Added on October 31, 2016Last Updated on October 31, 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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