All aboard the late night express!

All aboard the late night express!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

All aboard the late night express!
Tickets please!
Your ticket madam.
I don’t have one!
Well! We all know
where you’ll be going!

They said she died in her sleep.
She’s going to get a shock
when she wakes up!

Where am I?
You’re in hell Baby!

How did I get here?
In your sleep!

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on June 23, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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