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Jun 2015
I'm a Swiss cheese man
With a life of holes.
People, places and things
Don't fall through the holes,
They are the holes.
They don't close in time;
There is an aura surrounding them,
And I'm not looking for fill.
I like my holes.
They become me.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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