Holes in the night

A night is ever so chockfull
With embarrassing riches
With no one to see blushes
That redden a dark visage
When you make holes in it.

But not when you remember
Another night of big holes
As mom from her own hole
Cried out across the street
Against your hole in a hole
And night grew red in face.

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