My Stock! No Exchange!A Poem by andrew mitchell just looking at the world with a degree of sarcasm, wit.
My Stock! No Exchange!
She was a non paying guest, that I remember, in the foyer; seeing the ring on her finger. But she was mine! I bought her! I, the payer, she the payee. Good Lord! Why! How did this happen? She's now rent free! And there it was the certificate of proof " marriage." and the small print " pay in the amount of..." for life! Twas pandemonium at my Stock Exchange. Funny! The brochure read " have some voodoo magic fun in Haiti." All I recall is..... looking down two barrels of a shotgun.
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Added on December 3, 2016 Last Updated on December 3, 2016 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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