Until next timeA Poem by andrew mitchell
In the time
it took to say the word, the word had already been spoken. Life was a sentence one word at a time until one reached the paragraph of your last page - the eulogy. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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Added on February 26, 2023 Last Updated on February 26, 2023 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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