Not another confessionA Poem by andrew mitchell
Yes my son
what is your confession? Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Pray tell! I have been having lecherous, insatiable wicked, carnal thoughts about a woman living in my street. And who is this woman? She is my wife. Well, you say five Hail Mary’s and I will have five bloody Mary’s. Come back next week and tell me all the erotic details. Thank you Father. © 2022 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 30, 2022 Last Updated on October 30, 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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