Home DeliveryA Poem by andrew mitchell
My thoughts
Wrapped tightly In rolls, in plastic. I deliver with speed, My push-bike. Some thoughts; Wayward I throw On trees, footpaths. Others, delivered Accurately perfected; My thoughts I offer; Your door. You gather, You open, You stop, You read. Some delivered: I'm chased; your dog Barking, growling. "Do not enter!" I ride pass.. quickly My thoughts I deliver..... A clause, If not happy; " Return to sender!"
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1 Review Added on May 11, 2015 Last Updated on May 11, 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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