andrew mitchell
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The insignificant prickA Poem by andrew mitchellI was never the needle in the haystack I was more of the ouch. |
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The cycleA Poem by andrew mitchellLove feeds on what it nutures. |
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Please give a big hand for the BlursA Poem by andrew mitchellWhile every one of us are attending to their shadows on the outside, inside the blurs are at work erasing all memories. Even inside out we live .. |
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About that health kickA Poem by andrew mitchellNow Albert Smith was born around 1925 surviving World War 2 after been shot at in 1945 decided to quit smoking. During 1975 he decided alcohol.. |
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A watery end.A Poem by andrew mitchellTears of today washed away tomorrow’s calling on yesterday’s dry. |
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Pillow talkA Poem by andrew mitchellWith my head upon my surrealistic pillow I surrender to Dali’s landscapes: suspended thoughts dangle on sitar strings playing Matar by t.. |
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All in the mindA Poem by andrew mitchellIn the mindgood vs evilwhere thoughtsscramble togetherto see the light of dayagainst a black dropof mortalitya ray of morality shines:seen throughthe .. |
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A proxyA Poem by andrew mitchellWhat the heart gives the mind sells. |
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When the two meetA Poem by andrew mitchellWhat the heart created naturally the mind contrived. |
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Your bookA Poem by andrew mitchellThe only timeI got close to youwas when I was allowedto turn your next page. |
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