IN THE WORLD OF WOO, wooing!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Slipping out the bathroom
grabbing my guitar sliding over polished floors I'm gonna be her star! I played with gusto twelve strings and all Ravel's Bolero, that flamenco touch to stairway to heaven strumming strings grabbing my crotch. Thrust was the guitar high, Jimi Hendrix style my wooing to end on doing....... Pete Townsend. As my tunes rocked on her shallow tides she quickly withdrew the words echoing her distant song: " Put some clothes on!" Phew! I was lucky! I thought she was going to say " Put your air guitar away!"
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6 Reviews Added on December 24, 2015 Last Updated on December 24, 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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