Posted: 10/25/2012 at 12:20pm
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Fabricpiece
Have we seen where tiny things.
Reach and grab by larger ones.
Are they held where glue or strings.
Has the strength in what’s been done.
Is there fabric folded neat.
That little strands come to hold.
Are they seen in what’s complete.
Or found within a secret mold.
Do some parts have all the plans.
To hold the places where they live.
Is the pencil, tool, or hands.
The reason for the life they give.
Have we been where tiny things.
Care about what makes them be.
And hold the measure folded neat.
Where every place can come and see.
Is there strength by glue or string.
Or fabric that’s within a mold.
Does there live by every thing.
Something that they all can hold.
Are there scissors oh so sharp.
So every tiny thing that’s cut.
Still has within the woven parts.
The beauty that does not give up.
A Poem
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Edited by Moderator on 03/14/2013 at 8:21am
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