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JOE POEWHIT
JOE POEWHIT
(Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)
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Y - Hole- 6 - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
They come in all sizes.
Don't worry about the price.
Call the hole man.
HOLES FOR SALE.
' We need a dozen holes '.
Not more not less.
' Just a dozen holes '.
Holes are good.
Bury treasure in them.
Hide in them, in war.
Fall into them.
Walk around them.
Some just love holes.
Holes of all sizes.
BIG holes - SMALL holes.
12/18/2006 Joe Poewhit
JESUS SAVES
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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Joe, we have to peep from hole to hole to know the sole story of the soul. Then, you come to ONE big HOLE, in which there lives all pervading soul. Loved your lovely story of holes.
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