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sandra wyllie
Poems
Jun 8
My Hole
started out the size of
a dime. I couldn't stick
my finger into it. When I lost
time it grew into the size
of my shoe. I'd walk around
for miles this way, carrying
the weight till it was as large as
my waist. I was stuck in quick
sand. Going down slowly no one
lent me their hand. The hole turned
into a stone pit that men did
cartwheels and even a
split. Over the years it expanded
as the ocean and sky. Sun and moon
cried into the abyss. I told them
I found the lost continent.
Written by
sandra wyllie
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