vice or virtue?

these fingers could scrawl ink onto empty scrapbooks like they can type a storm.
if they haven't forgotten how;
now accustomed to their computer love affair, rehearsed pitter-pattering across square letters and numbers.

if only they could wrap their weight around a brand-spankin' HB.
like they do their their heads around technology.

forget creative suits and tabbed browsing,
get me back to sheets of paper. give me scissors and a glue stick.

can an old dog forget new tricks?

*danika does a cut and paste, adds a link, previews then publishes.*

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