The table manners of fine dining.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The table manners on fine dining.
When the love turned into a love-making feedfest; raw, exhausting a total mauling, a nibble here, a nibble there. Maybe a bite! " It was salubrious." said the cannibal. Funny! During the day everyone thought he was vegetarian. Fine dining.
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2 Reviews Added on September 2, 2016 Last Updated on September 2, 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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