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........
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Added on March 14, 2016 Last Updated on March 14, 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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