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The mowing blades of time move on new pastures.

The mowing blades of time move on new pastures.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The play of the mind.

The play of the mind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Everyone seemed tired of being tired.

Everyone seemed tired of being tired.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It’s not all very good, verily so!

It’s not all very good, verily so!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The mirage of you.

The mirage of you.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the delivery room of ideas.

In the delivery room of ideas.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The write that broke the shackles of time.

The write that broke the shackles of time.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

You’re on the track of your tears.

You’re on the track of your tears.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Your parabellum.

Your parabellum.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

One lump or two Athens.

One lump or two Athens.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

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