Twas not the perfect ending!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Twas not the perfect ending.
When the finest hour became the guest hour, from a night of unbridled passion I was led to the front door, dressed. Twas not the perfect ending.
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Added on November 27, 2016 Last Updated on November 27, 2016 Author
andrew 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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