In olden days, without TV
Or
phone or laptop or PC,
I
might have joined a quilting bee
To
while away the time.
I’d
sit with friends and we would sew,
Discussing
all there was to know
And
all our handiwork would show
We
had no need for Prime.
And
after we would laugh and chat,
The
pure delight of chewing fat,
We’d
stash our projects, knowing that
Our
day had been sublime.
But
even then, I’m pretty sure
As
soon as I got home once more,
I’d
sit and do what I adore,
Set
down my daily rhyme.
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