At the gates of the Colosseum.A Poem by andrew mitchell
At the gates of the colosseum
waiting for the call of entry two lions were ready. Oh God! Don’t you just love the crowds, the atmosphere, the deafening noise, and the smell of fear. Oh Yes! Not forgetting eating the slaves too although they are a bit skinny! Yes! A bit bony, very lean! The gates are up! We’re on! Let’s get em! After you! No! You! Oh thank you! © 2018 andrew mitchell |
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Added on November 5, 2018 Last Updated on November 5, 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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