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Papyrus and Loin Cloth

So, let it be written, so let it be done. At the Pharaoh’s order the old scribe wrote recording his words one by one. A thin sheet of papyrus was where he took note as he read back what was said by rote. He sat in the corner wearing only loin cloth facing death if displaying signs of sloth. To him a person’s fate was no mystery. He’d record their condemnation with no thought. To him a person’s fate was just history. 6/30/2020 The Old Scribe Poetry Contest n/a Sponsored by: craig cornish

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