THE MESSAGEA Poem by andrew mitchell
Down the corridor,
Second on the left Tea's in the cupboard Sugars on the shelf. The cup's on the sink, Spoons are in the draw and the milk I think Is in the fridge door. So just boil the kettle, My place is yours And I'll be home soon So greet me at the door. And later by the fire We'll share some red wine And naked with desire We shall remain entwined.
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16 Reviews Added on February 23, 2015 Last Updated on February 23, 2015 Authorandrew 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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