The trip.

The trip.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

He who falls
will find the stone
that gathers no moss
which caused the stumble.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 2, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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