Empty HoleA Poem by PandaaWhere earth and stone meet, An empty hole lies at my feet. An empty hole, six feet deep, An empty hole is where I creep. An empty hole just sitting there, An empty hole to me seems fair. An empty hole is where I’m bore, When sickness keeps me no more. An empty hole no longer weeps, For, an empty hole plays for keeps. © 2010 Pandaa |
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Added on October 28, 2010 Last Updated on October 28, 2010 |

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