The imposterA Poem by andrew mitchell
The imposter.
They tried to pull wool over his eyes; the cover up! To show they were bright, intelligent not followers. Not realising the plan wasn't going to work. for known behold.... he wasn't a sheep, he was a goat. In the end, resigning to the fact, he'd become their leader; the fox in disguise, smiled, having plenty for dinner.
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4 Reviews Added on January 25, 2016 Last Updated on January 25, 2016 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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