Just a hole, by hidden
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Just a hole
winthin my life
I use it
to bury my strife
It's a peculiar shape
to behold
it's so deep
dark, dank and cold
that hole was left by you
when I fall in I'm left feeling blue.
But this is just a hole
there are plenty more
to behold.
For a man's life is full of them,
but only the boys fall in |
Posted: 2005-08-15 18:53:02 UTC |
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2005-10-05 00:58:29 | ill haven |
within*
very true. |