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more binderish verse...
- Subject: more binderish verse...
- From: "Scott K. Kellar" <email@example.com>
- Date: Sat, 20 Aug 1994 13:00:45 -0400
- Message-ID: <60940820165506/0006385936PK1EM@mcimail.com>
I'm enjoying these stories and poems of bookbinders of yore. Here's a riddle
(modern-1988) composed and printed by Pam Barrie in Chicago.:
I saw a strange being, neither man nor beast,
Clothed closely about in a cloak of fine leather;
Two head-bands it boasted, though brow had it none;
Its spine, with strong sinews sewn supply round,
Bore leaves, like the palm-- though plant was it neither.
It blood, black and red, ran in runes and riddles;
Its flesh was meat to the moth and mouse,
And tongueless, it told truth to the many;
Eyeless, was augur, and handless, good help
To kings and counselors, and to common folk,
Whoever would listen with eyes to its lore.