Meaningless thoughts!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Who tripped
The light fantastic? Who turned silver into gold? Was it the green witch Of Wentworth As the story was foretold! Who skipped their breakfast? Weeties on the floor! Is that you Spike Milligan? That I hear now? Loud are your snores! Peppered are the words Sprinkled with madness, the lines Marinated at best.
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3 Reviews Added on June 25, 2015 Last Updated on June 25, 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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