Tree Holes
What do you mean to me?
I am thinking real hard
You serve as a place
When I get ready
I need to pump
There you are
Let me think
Get imaginative
Which hole today
That’s what you have become
Just a series of holes
Like a knot in a tree
The truth is
I hate holes
You’re
Just
Tree holes
© G. Jones 2008
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