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May 2017
You might say I'm like a pouch.
Possibly a pocket.
I hold onto things.
Not physical things.
Never physical things.
Moments.
Ideas.
Sounds.
Swimming in a pool of moments.
Problematic with letting things go.
Not in the way of a pouch to let things go.
If only my pouch had a hole.
Not a physical one.
Nor too large a hole either.
Most people have holes.
Which I guess makes them more like socks.
Possibly tubes.
Oh to be a tube.
Not a physical one.
Got that covered.
Written by
Hurble B Burble  Minnesnowda
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