HOW LONG .... Fifty Years... No!!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Our wheelchairs cling
As we try to grasp A hug, a kiss, a laugh. Or with our steppers we collide As we race , get tangled As we do , when close. We're daft! True love is shared of fifty years When we smile; With each other's dentures on. We look ,we laugh, we reflect Then forget!!.... "Where's my Denture's gone? "
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3 Reviews Added on May 18, 2015 Last Updated on May 18, 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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