The Triolet of the Open Road
It seems we've been here once before, my dear;
the road somehow became a triolet,
and all the bumps and grumps shall reappear,
it seems. We've been here once before, my dear;
the repetends, the roundabouts we steer
about whenever we two lose the way:
it seems we've been here once before, my dear.
This road somehow became a triolet.
Road Killxx(Revision)
It seems we've been here once before, my dear;
the road somehow became a triolet,
and repetends and echoes all we hear,
it seems. We've been here once before, my dear;
and gone around these roundabouts we steer
about whenever we two lose the way:
it seems that we've been here before, my dear.
It's time to end this fucking triolet.
[This message has been edited by Michael Cantor (edited October 05, 2005).]
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