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The Hole Story

I’ve got holes in both ends of my sox wear my mittens on my feet the sox, you guessed it, on my hands fingers quickly there to greet. My boots they leak, my shoes they creak and yet I get around while wearing all these nifty things I’ve found about the town. You see I live outside the bounds of borders, kith and kin yet wander through the bustling crowds cuz when they’re out – I’m in. John G. Lawless ©12/9/2021

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Date: 12/11/2021 4:10:00 PM
Hello John ... when you're homeless, nothing goes to waste and every advantage i taken - thanks again John - Lindsay
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Date: 12/9/2021 12:05:00 PM
A fun read, John. And, especially well-written. For some reason, when I read it I thought of Red Skelton. Do you remember him?
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Jack Ellison
Date: 12/10/2021 8:47:00 AM
Good day Sir Milton!!! RED SKELTON of course! There so many others from that era! Great memories!
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John lawless
Date: 12/10/2021 5:30:00 AM
Oh yeah, Klem Kadiddlhopper and Jackie Gleaon's "The Poor Soul"