Return to the table to tie the knots
For sewing is my trade of trades,
And the separate lessons are many
And many more.
Rest on the task of sewing and patchwork,
For the carpentry is again ours,
The gardening can wait, and far
Are the worshippers to mime us.
The steady income of the body and soul
Is occurring like the seasons of health
And learning, the fetching of lessons
Can be very unique.
So turn to the table of hearing,
Sewing and needling the way
To good health,
Inspired by the stealth of an artist.
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