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The spill.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
There was plenty of water under the bridge, but no mop to clean it!
Lest Ye forget!
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
You’ll always have what you had, for time allows one to reflect.
When the unknown road is already laid.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
One cannot disinvent the wheel when the wheels are in motion.
Here it is, found it!
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
One could never reach the end,if one could not find the start.
Did you find what you were looking for?
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
There was always something missingno matter what you found.
The longevity of love.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
The greatest love storywas not between Romeo and Juliet,tragically cut short,but between grandma and grandpa.They journeyed the highs and lows of love..
Not all heads roll, some go klunk!
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
If only lovers didn’t lose their heads, Henry the Eighth would have kept his.
When the other-side came up empty!
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Of the bridgebetween two loversthat love built,the bridge brokewhen one...let otherswalk on it.Even lovehas a weight restrictionor be it tumble.
Noughts and crosses go hand in hand.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
Some people had a cross to bear, while others just went round in circles.
The mind’s circle of fear.
A Poem by
andrew mitchell
One had no key for imprisoned thoughts, caged they haunted reality in a nightly ritual continuing tomorrow’s nightmare.
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