The interceptor.

The interceptor.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Of the kiss that was blown,
that did not reach its target,
the interception by a stranger
rose above the competitive scale;
a new love was born,
instead of waiting,
first in, best dressed
as they say.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 13, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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