The inheritance squandered.

The inheritance squandered.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The inheritance squandered.
I spend all
my life
collecting,
only to have,
it all squandered away,
sold.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 10, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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