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Sep 2023
i have a hole in my pocket
where i would put
something in-un
imagine-able and then run
around leaving it
everywhere for others
to find-like small green creatures-

call it love or affection
(or money..)i should say
had-i was ten..coming from
the sea discovering lungs
and legs and a stilling sky
they lift tails o pray!
and various salient features..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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