Over that hill, far away.

Over that hill, far away.

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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ramblings of mine of mind!

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Over that hill, far away.
When a gram of
truth weighs kilos,
the cat in the bag now free,
the rolling hills and meadows
once tender passes over she;
of all things to remember
regret never forgives or forgets
in the lands of the living
only on the dead regrets relent.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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