WisdomA Poem by Ken e BujoldBefore I grew you I thought wisdom was something you had to grow into: sort of like pants handed down from one generation to the next-- like the autumn wake of spring-summer foreshadowing winter, the gray cliffs of clouds crossing a mind's drift. Ken e Bujold © 2022 Ken e BujoldReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 7, 2022 Last Updated on November 7, 2022 AuthorKen e BujoldSomewhere in Ontario, CanadaAboutWriters write, it's what we do. Fish swim, woodpeckers peck... writers scribble (inside and outside the lines). more..Writing
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