In the HoleA Poem by Pete"The soul grows by subtraction, not addition." - Thoreau![]() My soul is like a bank account. Life makes deposits and withdrawals. Everything must be accounted for. Sometimes its full, so I take a plunge and extend myself. Other times its overdrawn, so I gird up my loins. It must be disciplined and balanced, or I risk having it closed due to insufficient funds. If it is closed, I still owe the bank the amount for which I am ... ... in the hole ... © 2018 PeteAuthor's Note
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