When it was in, it was cool!A Poem by andrew mitchell
When she said
How ‘bout it? I wondered what it was! So she said Come over to my place and I’ll show you it. After coffee, she took off her clothes and said Come and get it! I said Is this it! She said You’ll get a taste for it! I said I wasn’t hungry! She said If you don’t take it now you won’t get it. Anyway, it felt good, I didn’t tell her I knew it all along. She said You can have it anytime you want! It did make me happy come to think of it. It was just one of those nights! It really was! It and I got on terribly well. It was all good fun. It didn’t care about the weather. It just wanted it. But then it went away and I lost it. It hasn’t been seen since and I’m not asking cousin It! It wasn’t surprising all good its come to an end. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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Added on March 17, 2019 Last Updated on March 17, 2019 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..Writing
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