andrew mitchell
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In the cold of night murmurs.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Musical fields above Woodstock.A Poem by andrew mitchellI was too young for Woodstock and I was living in Australia. |
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By the rule of thumb.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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A life's portrait portrayed.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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All but dry.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Universal wonderland.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Characters never change.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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And then he laughed and ....A Poem by andrew mitchellBased on a sexist comments I read. Just fun only. |
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It’s all a bit crooked!A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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