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This morning I Discovered A hole In my pocket And as the day Moved on The hole Got bigger And I began To wonder What I had Lost What I had Found What I had Put in my Pocket That was no longer There And what I hadn't Put in my Pocket That should Have been There So I spent The rest of the day Retracing My steps Wondering what Should have been There That had gone Until I alienated the pocket Sewed it up In my mind Pretended It had never been There In the first place And with no Pocket To poke my fingers Through I wondered What it was I should be doing With my hands And the things That had been In my pocket Had I not lost Them Until my fingers Itched And my soul Wobbled And then I Realised That there was No hole In my pocket There was no Pocket To have a hole In And I wondered What it was I was holding Onto So preciously That a hole Would allow It all To leak Out
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