The moods of changeA Poem by andrew mitchell
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I am no more than what I am. Be it the breeze caressing the back of your neck or the howl in winter blowing in your face. I make my presence known, let me play with you. Don’t get me angry. Signed. The wind © 2025 andrew mitchell |
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2 Reviews Added on January 11, 2025 Last Updated on January 11, 2025 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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