When the special delivery stopped?A Poem by andrew mitchell
When the special delivery stopped?
Don't tell me to deliver my love straight to your door. I am no placemat on your " welcome" for you to wipe your feet after your arousal is gone. As I knocked again those words were only in thought.
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Added on September 20, 2016 Last Updated on September 21, 2016 Author
andrew 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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