At the top.A Poem by andrew mitchell
At head office.
Come in transcendental thought. How can I help you. Well I’m sort of lost. I was in mind’s grasp when all of a sudden a distraction caused the mind to let me go. I see. Have you been to information? Yes! They have no record. I see. It was of a private and confidential nature. I see. No ctv footage? No. We’re not that advanced. Well I’m sure the mind will backtrack and you’ll be reunited. Otherwise it’s the forget bin for you. Oh dear! Didn’t you know. Didn’t they tell you? Don’t cry. © 2021 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 18, 2021 Last Updated on February 18, 2021 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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