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With Poetry And My Sewing

When I was young and in my prime
I was just an ugly duckling.
I'd stay at home and spend my time
With poetry and my sewing.

Hours were gold in this noble craft
I found joy creating something,
No parties for me, I thrived enough
With poetry and my sewing.

No late night's drain, my health was good
I got bored with all the dancing,
This wall flower bloomed as I should
With poetry and my sewing.

All Rights Reserved ~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~07.31.14

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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