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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Be Like Water














Freedom from time that's being released.
Outside it, like water, to go where I please.

The Lonely Mole



A solemn Mole came from a hole,
To catch a lunch of tender sole.
"I've Lost my Sole", so sang the Mole,
"O Sole Mio", he sang also.
He drank a drop of salty sloe,
And slowly downed his meal of sole.

"In Hell's Hotel, there lies a gal.
A little one for whom I fell.
On her pillow, on her bed,
I'm mad, tethered, weighted pledged,
Mind me not as I seek out a ledge.
I'll jump off, and float to sea.
One more Mole, to eternity."


Original version of "The Mole's Last Supper"
Illustration by E.H. Shepard.

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