In a small cafe.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Waiter!
Pour me another glass of that fine wine. I've already forgotten the name. Its called Memory Loss, Sir. Yes! That's the one. A fine drink if ever I've had one. What's it called again? Memory Loss! Oh yes! What else do you recommend? Well Sir I can suggest a few. We have Misinformation a heavy wine not for the faint-hearted to misguide and misinform as the title suggests followed by a Mischief a reckless wine with intent to play on one's decency and then may I suggest The Last Drink, a sort of farewell wine that takes your breath away and releases you into the heavens above or the depths of below. I'll have Mischief. It's playing on my mind right now and I haven't had a drop. Good choice Sir. What's this place called again? Its the Wines of Misgivings Cafe.
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6 Reviews Added on November 2, 2019 Last Updated on November 2, 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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