The defense was refrain.

The defense was refrain.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The defense was refrain.
The disdain grew
contained in a bubble
'til it burst,
showering the people
of those believing;
now resting on the clouds
of contempt.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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You push, then you push some more. Then all hell breaks loose.

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 Added on September 9, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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