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Empty pockets Gather dust And children’s toys And other stuff I reach inside And never know What will come up And what will grow Turned inside out The pockets reveal A history The things we steal Many things that gather And find their way Inside my pocket It’s all okay One day I think I’ll write a book Of pocket stories Will take a look A Herstory A gathering docket Of all the stuff Inside my pocket
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
Inside My Pocket
Empty pockets Gather dust And children’s toys And other stuff I reach inside And never know What will come up And what will grow Turned inside out The pockets reveal A history The things we steal Many things that gather And find their way Inside my pocket It’s all okay One day I think I’ll write a book Of pocket stories Will take a look A Herstory A gathering docket Of all the stuff Inside my pocket
Shamai
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Israel
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
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