In deepest AfricaA Poem by andrew mitchellA Tracker knows His markings well. Like a doctor with a kitbag; A craft of finding On safari, early morning In the red sands He finds a footprint. "Found one!" "Pass me the grasshopper's foot! Its in my kitbag." " Nope! Its too small!" "Pass me the antelopes foot!" "Nope! Its not that one either!" "Try the lion's foot." "Nope! Not that one!" "What about the cheetah!" " Nope!" " That's not the one!" "Lets try the elephants foot! "Yes!".......... " Close!" "No!" "Its not that one!" Later.approaching evening They realise, you only get What you pay for! "Pass me the Adidas shoe!" "Nope! Its not that one! " The Puma shoe!" " At last!" " I've found it!" "Oh!" "No!" " Sorry, Everyone!" " My mistake!" " Its mine!" The Tracker!
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5 Reviews Added on July 9, 2015 Last Updated on July 9, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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