Here come the holes again.
They have become a real friend.
They won't ever bend.
My life they do tend.
What is in that smile?
Let's walk for a mile.
Just like your style.
Girl gets the flowing bile.
Walk around that hole.
It's just got no soul.
Some holes you can walk through.
BUT - they are very few.
{ word to the wise about holes }
DON'T LET THEM BOTHER YOUR SOUL.
12/3/2006 Joe Poewhit
JESUS SAVES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem