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These boots were made for walking!

These boots were made for walking!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Who is really free?

Who is really free?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A man in his groove buys a broom!

A man in his groove buys a broom!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When you come across a fork in the tune!

When you come across a fork in the tune!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There is no end in the shades of light or is there?

There is no end in the shades of light or is there..

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When your globe starts to flicker.

When your globe starts to flicker.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The smell of money was flushed.

The smell of money was flushed.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In black and white, the maze of confusion lies.

In black and white, the maze of confusion lies.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the shadows of the mind

In the shadows of the mind

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the case of Mr Spud.

In the case of Mr Spud.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

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