ONE-WAY TRIP TO THE
BLIND-MAN'S TUNNEL
Where the blind man lived there was
always smoke - it came pouring out the
rooftop chimney at all times of year,
and once or twice too was to be
seen creeping sadly like fog from
underneath the doors. We figured
what he couldn't see couldn't hurt him.
Certainly - anyway - there wasn't really
anything we could do about it.
He lived with himself as well
as anyone else would have.
-
What made this all the more disconcerting
was that no one knew if he kept making
new fires or if this was always from the
same old smoldering mess in his old
stone fireplace. It was all so very
confusing - and those who went
over there to check seemed
somehow never to return.
BLIND-MAN'S TUNNEL
Where the blind man lived there was
always smoke - it came pouring out the
rooftop chimney at all times of year,
and once or twice too was to be
seen creeping sadly like fog from
underneath the doors. We figured
what he couldn't see couldn't hurt him.
Certainly - anyway - there wasn't really
anything we could do about it.
He lived with himself as well
as anyone else would have.
-
What made this all the more disconcerting
was that no one knew if he kept making
new fires or if this was always from the
same old smoldering mess in his old
stone fireplace. It was all so very
confusing - and those who went
over there to check seemed
somehow never to return.
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