She played her cards well!A Poem by andrew mitchell
She played her cards well!
Between your sheets slipping into the night I found you..... comfortable. Ignited by the warmth you're impenetrable became penetrable, no swords inserted. I'm not sure... who opened that door I wasn't that clever having no key. I only do tricks! But you... pulled the rabbit out of the hat; a Royal Flush, straight! Horizontally suspended, all I knew was how to.... "Poker!" But you played your cards well! Now about that rabbit? The Magician out-tricked! "Where is your key?"
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1 Review Added on February 8, 2016 Last Updated on February 8, 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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