A line ball!

A line ball!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the ball
landed in his court,
it was catch 22.

He was bored
with the process
of just being,
and yet too afraid
to take on responsibilities
that lead to success.

In the end,
he was a man
that was left
with the fidgets!

© 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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