Mole AgainA Story by Leviathus Fortes
On the 7th hole, there was a mole
Who lived deep underground He kept to himself, barely ventured out And hardly made a sound He was awoken early morning When something hit his head An intruder ventured in And was laying on his bed He'd seen it once before But of when, he can't recall It was round and it was white And it looked just like a ball Then came another rolling down And another followed suit They were piling up inside his bed What was he to do So he packed up his belongings And onward did he roam To find a place he'd not be bothered To find another home As he was on his way Balls we're flying everywhere He looked off into the distance For his new home was lying there A ball hit him in the butt A ball hit him in the head This place was getting dangerous He'd find a safer place instead He came across some dirt And he burrowed deep inside There he built his new home There now, he would hide Being tired of this He had moved into the sand And the sand trap is the place Where you'll see the mole again © 2015 Leviathus FortesReviews
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StatsAuthorLeviathus FortesTXAboutBe inspired by others and you will inspire yourself, which in turn WILL inspire others. - Hercule Will --- I've always felt the need to write. Even if, at times, it seems to myself tha.. more..Writing
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