a vole has no role in a hole, on a pole or lo
dancing with mole
a vile vole whose sole
was soul-shorn and dole-
ful, a toll
taken and a shoal-
ful of wishes to twitter in coal-
dark burrow, so lol
a foal
dancing on high whole
silver-lining
an own-goal
decadent cafe with yaoi
hey, joe
with lloyd cole
and the commotions
live on on a a firy bole
lead-smitten node
blazing brio
that dark elf Eöl
ain't gonna get Thingol
or cagoule
or no ko-
ala or no koa-
n So load
up your brush with rainbows
and tole
that vole
and heft that bale
and un-veil
dramatic drole-
ry
so much woad and wole-
ry is this hard done-bery vole
a sort of creole
no hard-luck sole-
fish
a beloved and indeed a prole
I ain't no troll
be-role and turnery
drop down a hole
I have to stop now
On 8/26/07, Jon Corelis <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> If I should fall into some hole,
> I probably would find a vole
> demanding what I'm doing there:
> there's no place for me anywhere.
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