A basic instinct.A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the cops
arrived at the scene of the crime, her bedroom, all that was left was one pubic hair plucked out of her very existence neatly displayed in a curled position, they concluded she was abducted by aliens, if only they checked the closet. Until next time, close all your windows, lock your doors The phantom plucker strikes. The hysteria continued when there was a shortage of razors. A cold case! But a clean cut! © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on May 7, 2017 Last Updated on March 17, 2018 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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