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Oct 6
I let Fast Fashion pass me by
I choose a slower way
I watch the needle drop right down
And I while away the day

I choose the Slowest Fashion
The one grandmother wore
I now knit at the slowest pace
With no desire for more

I knit and purl to my content
This is my path to peace
But don't ask me to knit for you
This one is for my niece
My daughter loves knitting
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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