You’re nicked.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Was the long
arm of the law no more than the length of the crime? Imagine getting a nickel for every dime? It’s double of nothing! At the end of the rainbow did you enjoy the highs? Play with the colours? Entertain the show? It was your ride, but you never did find that pot of gold. Only a path to partake in until you got old. And the punishment for any crime was time, idle or not. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 25, 2021 Last Updated on March 25, 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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