The lolly shop.

The lolly shop.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

T'was no ordinary lolly shop
where love could be found
to be sweet and sour,
and lies remained sugar coated,
as was truth....
a bitter pill to swallow
and yet they still
came back for more.
it was called work
in the corporate age.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on June 23, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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