The epilogueA Poem by andrew mitchell
The epilogue.
Was not the epilogue, death just a lever on the cogs of life turning to remind us to keep going or be pulled to a grinding stop. Who controls our lever? But Time, the villain!
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2 Reviews Added on November 29, 2016 Last Updated on November 29, 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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