The specialist of one, a master of none.

The specialist of one, a master of none.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While he played
to his strengths,
he feared
his weaknesses grew.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 16, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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