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.
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Added on March 13, 2017 Last Updated on March 13, 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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