Sock it to me!A Poem by andrew mitchell
While the time was
only hands away, tick, tock, tick; a foot without a sock was a a foot loose. An eye for an eye knocked each other out, and a head without a mind leaves a skull empty. But what of the thought that's lost, distracted, breaking from the herd? It can only be a thought looking for the other sock.
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2 Reviews Added on February 10, 2019 Last Updated on February 10, 2019 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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