I give up!A Poem by andrew mitchell
In the language of love
which came after the word yes was it no, and was there a yes in no? We'll never know, it all started with a club, the club always had the final say in the hands that mattered. Back then it was just manners, no questions asked, giving more bang for your buck! © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2017 Last Updated on February 5, 2017 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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