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You brought them together; two stranger a cloth The seam defining their bond as it does in a troth You resurrect and blow life into a scarecrow lying on the hay You also crisscross through wool as if you’ve got something to say The tip and the end sinuously writhing; vanish and miraculously appear Be it the muslin or the worn blanket, you’ve sewn the front and have deftly done the rear In swift hands you plough the fibers with easing scud But an iota of neglect and you unsparingly draw blood Though a wonted thing you are and grace you may lack When you are actually sought, you disappear in a stack You pierce through the skin, some tattoo some make the doodle A select few choose to go under the knife, others prefer the needle Be it a slit, a cut or a gnash and all that may seem bizarre You skillfully do your job gently leaving behind a scar A thread firmly you carry and weave through the fabric of time I have dwindled my eight but your stitch saved my nine A rich man denied an entrance in the kingdom of heaven; so said the riddle It is destiny that shall help the camel pass through the eye of the needle
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
The Needle
You brought them together; two stranger a cloth The seam defining their bond as it does in a troth You resurrect and blow life into a scarecrow lying on the hay You also crisscross through wool as if you’ve got something to say The tip and the end sinuously writhing; vanish and miraculously appear Be it the muslin or the worn blanket, you’ve sewn the front and have deftly done the rear In swift hands you plough the fibers with easing scud But an iota of neglect and you unsparingly draw blood Though a wonted thing you are and grace you may lack When you are actually sought, you disappear in a stack You pierce through the skin, some tattoo some make the doodle A select few choose to go under the knife, others prefer the needle Be it a slit, a cut or a gnash and all that may seem bizarre You skillfully do your job gently leaving behind a scar A thread firmly you carry and weave through the fabric of time I have dwindled my eight but your stitch saved my nine A rich man denied an entrance in the kingdom of heaven; so said the riddle It is destiny that shall help the camel pass through the eye of the needle
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amitchaudhari
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
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