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Jul 2017
Cutting through the crust
moving dirt, the dust is
in my face,
reminds me of the film
'Holes'
I read the book at school
a million years ago.

No point to it
just a jumble
eat and ****
and dig the holes.

building character they said
as I dug holes out from the bed
where clay as hard as any rock
bled me dry.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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