Your exit was a quiet one.

Your exit was a quiet one.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Your exit was a quiet one.

On your trounce
unannounced,
you tripped;
courtesy knocks.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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When I trip, it isn't quiet. Not many people leave without something to say. Valentine

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 Added on December 29, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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