andrew mitchell
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Solid, liquid, gas.A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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When two paths don’t meetA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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During the occupationA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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No pruning necessaryA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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The utensils of survivingA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Love fitnessA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Do you see what I see?A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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Funny that!A Poem by andrew mitchell |
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At the very heart foundationA Poem by andrew mitchell |
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