Driving Miss LovingA Poem by andrew mitchell
Driving Miss Loving.
Caressing her love, embraced in return, I, the chauffeur of love, happy to oblige. She, always enjoyed a long drive especially Sunday's. Instructions laid out according to her map, take the journey slow. Meandering through her smooth desert highways, stopping here and there, I was taken in by her scenic route and there was no burning rubber I had to drive........ SlOW! After all I wasn't Bond I didn't have a license to thrill!
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2016 Last Updated on June 6, 2016 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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