It was a hot summers evening with murder on mind!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Raw as they were,
but different, sharing the same fate, they trembled when they heard the sizzle of the monster speak. Welcome steak and sausage. So glad you two could make it. I just don’t burn you, I fry your innards as well! Ha ha ha ha! You helpless weaklings said the barbecue with murderous, precisiional intent. They were never seen again but someone said they got onto a plate and left. © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on March 11, 2018 Last Updated on March 11, 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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