A man in his groove buys a broom!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Lost in the memory
of your smile I was the man in the moon slumped in your contours made for comfort. I always got a sigh out of seeing you. I hear you’re on cloud nine, and yet, we haven’t met ..... yet! Well! Only from a distance! I like your new broom! © 2018 andrew mitchellAuthor's Note
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Added on August 14, 2018 Last Updated on August 14, 2018 Author
andrew 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..Writing
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