I'm losing my touch!A Poem by andrew mitchell
I'm losing my touch!
I knocked three times. You didn't answer. I huffed and puffed and blew your house down. You weren't there! Later, I realised I had the wrong house. Wolf.
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1 Review Added on November 26, 2016 Last Updated on November 26, 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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