![]() Her condiments!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Her condiments!
I peppered your thoughts, you took me with a pinch of salt, your response... rather sweet, but sour. Then, I felt your heat in the oven, somewhat fiery hot, but, as always... things got chilli, and I thought you lacked salt. We just didn't have the right ingredients! I went home.
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3 Reviews Added on December 16, 2016 Last Updated on December 16, 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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