Down to earth he was!

Down to earth he was!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

On my bed
I sleep
no mattress
below me,
no spring
to jolt me
from eternal slumber
six feet under
I shall lay
no princess kiss
will resurrect me,
and here I stay
the worms around me.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 23, 2019
Last Updated on February 23, 2019

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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