Shoosh, don't talk,there's no language yet.

Shoosh, don't talk,there's no language yet.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Back in my day,
all you needed
was a club,
a girl with long hair,
and a cave.

There was no baby talk,
maybe a beat of the chest.

Oooh ghar chugg ghar!

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 5, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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