The Hole Time

The whole time was the hole time.
Each time, we dug,
wherever we were,
whenever we wet.

Many times, we dug,
us two complete strangers who
liked the idea that we were one.

Every time, we dug,
so much so that we would sweat profusely,
but we couldn’t find each other
despite all the work.

All the time, we dug,
the whole time, at hole times,
we buried our love a-lie-ve.

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Poethree

Poethree:
You,
Me,
The Words we need
to make love.

Left, Right, Forward March, Backward Match

She insisted that she had to be right,
so he left.