There’s something
the size of a split pea
that I haven’t written.
that I haven’t written right.
I can’t sleep.
the size of a split pea
that I haven’t written.
that I haven’t written right.
I can’t sleep.
She gets up
and writes it.
Her work
is never done.
and writes it.
Her work
is never done.
Ursula K. Le Guin,The Writer on, and at, Her Work
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