No tunes to speak ofA Poem by andrew mitchell
He should have
plucked strings for a living had he been given a guitar instead he chased girls in g strings. And now all he has is a poor man’s supper a few scars, a hole in his pocket and it’s back to work Monday. © 2024 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 8, 2024 Last Updated on January 8, 2024 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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