She was a natural!A Poem by andrew mitchell
She was a natural
Athlete, you know. Pretty in white. She ran like the wind. Through the streets Once a year. Town folk looked on Tourists cheered. She was phenomenal. The hurdles, the hundred metres, The long jump, cartwheels, The marathon run. Just her...... alone. She had a following, You know! Always behind her. I only wished..... She'd put some clothes on. © 2015 andrew mitchellFeatured Review
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23 Reviews Added on August 25, 2015 Last Updated on August 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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