Searching For Blue Sea Glass
Poems by Roger Stevens
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Hole
There is a hole
In the space around me
You can’t see it
But it goes everywhere with me
It’s Border Collie shaped
And it doesn’t come when it’s called
For it’s just a hole
It’s empty
And it’s not called Judy
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Wastedpapiers
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sad.
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