When new was really secondhand.

When new was really secondhand.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In life’s book
I found your page,
our chapter read
we would be together.
I wondered how long?
The bottom of the page
was missing, gone.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 14, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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