The book detective.

The book detective.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the identity 
of the write 
was earmarked,
the dog ear corners
marking the truth
turned out to be fiction
until the book
fell to the floor
open
the lies got away,
the truth remained.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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a tug of war between fiction and non. never a dull moment and plenty of fodder. what worries me is when the pages stick together. that's how they make the real money - writing books. good creative chuckle andrew ... :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


did our leader fall out of the book?

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Added on September 24, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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