Who did it?A Poem by andrew mitchell
Who drank my coffee?
Who? I know I had some left. Who would dare! Who drank my coffee? Who? Temperature at its optimum I know I had some left. Who drank my coffee? Where did it go? I enjoyed it so much Who? Who drank my coffee? I didn't get that last drop Where were you conscious thought? Did you forget? Who drank my coffee? An aroma so divine Were you just daydreaming thoughts? Consciousness gone blind! Or was it you sub-conscious. Who was caught off guard? Distracted in thought Have you lost your mind? Who drank my coffee? I want to know? I was robbed by such treachery! Who? Before I lose my mind.
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5 Reviews Added on June 13, 2015 Last Updated on June 13, 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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