On her plate servedA Poem by andrew mitchell
Dining in darkness
she found some thoughts were well done on her dinner plate others were raw in the middle. In a change of heart she wished she had ordered take away. © 2023 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on March 27, 2023 Last Updated on March 27, 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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