My muse, my song.

My muse, my song.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

My muse, my song.
I was no closer
to being a poet,
than I was being
a bricklayer,
but I could play
with words
as I did
with lego.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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