The key and lock.

The key and lock.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The key and lock.
Orphaned at birth,
discarded, the key
fell in love with a lock.
After many failed attempts
finally she said. "You're not my type!"
Yep! The key didn't fit her.
If only he was born a shoe
cos if the shoe fits.......
The search for love 
continues........

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 14, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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