andrew mitchell
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The black sheep of poetryA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Who will put out the trash?A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The forecast is rainA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Only I can see my shadowA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Living up to tall timbersA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Taking a moment to the limitA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Thickened cream spread thinA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The logical equation of youA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Of no fixed abodeA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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A warning to the curiousA Poem by andrew mitchell |
