It's a mistakeA Poem by andrew mitchell
Came across
a mistake the other day. I asked. What kind of mistake are you? The mistake replied. I'm an honest mistake. I said. Come off it! You don't look honest.. But I am.said mistake. I replied. You're a lying mistake. Can pick your sort a mile away. Crooked! That what you is, crooked. And who are you? asked mistake. I'm Perfect. © 2022 andrew mitchell |
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Added on January 18, 2022 Last Updated on January 18, 2022 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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