Discarded cleverly on deceit.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Discarded cleverly on deceit.
When I was given her phone number on a piece of folded paper, with the promise of not opening 'til I get home; My initial thoughts were: YES! YES! YES! However, on the back of message unfolded, opened she wrote. "Wrong Number!"
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3 Reviews Added on July 15, 2016 Last Updated on July 15, 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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