When in Rome.

When in Rome.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It's the days that count
not the memories
that don't last.
Like in ink in the pen
that runneth over,
the dry turns to dust.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 15, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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