TORA TORAH TORUS

 
 

The crowd armed him with beribboned pecadilloes
 

And roaring paced his entrance as bravurador;
 

He stumbled bleary-lipped and wobble-eyed, Snarkish
 

In his glory lust,
 

And never saw the grimy hands that stole his boots.
 
 

- David W. Mitchell
 
 

to David   /   to Moongate

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