Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Holes - Five Senses Poem Comments

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Dust settles on cracked lips, scorching fire burns the tongue
Particles up your nose, overrun with dung
Dull thuds, several shovels pierce the earth
Dog-tired boys drag shovels and canteens
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Laura Pinnuck
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