Ready?A Poem by andrew mitchell
Ready?
I could not tell if she was ready or not. But a quick shower, my love; the rain too soon , heavy. Her umbrella raised, cold I knew...... she was not. Shut out, discarded, thrown out, lost! The umbrella folded her love contained, shakened, she moved on.
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3 Reviews Added on February 18, 2016 Last Updated on February 18, 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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