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November 13, 2006 - A poem about  Situations

Escape

Don’t stitch the sail
if stitching torn-past shreds.
Thus spoke blunt patched cloth,
all to worrymen and woe.
No stitch the sail!
Wish now for wonder wind!
This spoke parchment wings
curled and needing quiet thread.
Don’t speak, don’t speak at all
is what the needle
said.

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