MaydayA Poem by Ken e Bujold"complete rewrite, of old work, but as i still like both, it's new"I imagine a day without books: how I’d navigate an airplane? Perhaps, in deference to others, I’d find a way -- like a whittling log learns to make slushies from wood shavings, or a blind trout’s digestion of braille translates water to oil to Salai’s obscurant dimple. Obviously, it wouldn’t be easy, though not impossible -- I did eventually master the knot of tying shoes without zippers. Ken e Bujold
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3 Reviews Added on January 25, 2023 Last Updated on January 25, 2023 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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