Sticks and Stones eh!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Sticks and Stones eh!
Was not ye words that killed me; sticks and stones may break me bones but ye words never harmed me. Twas the knife ye held that went through me heart that stabbed me deep then twisted. Well! That's if I had a heart! Ye know what I mean. Ye always said I never loved ya.
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Added on November 27, 2016 Last Updated on November 27, 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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