Foxholes

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    Foxholes

     Foxholes
    Did not save my soul
    From the sounds of babies crying
    Or the smells of burning flesh,
    But they did do
    What they do best.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    perakee’s Poems (4)

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