THIS IS MATERIAL
 

YOU WERE A SEAMTRESS
WORKING FOR A MONASTERY AND CONVENT
SEWING WAS THE THING TO DO
YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE HEAVEN SENT
YOU WORKED DIRECTLY UNDER THE ABBOTT
AND THEN YOU SAID THIS JOB IS SURELY A HABIT
BUT A NICKNAME YOU GOT AS A TEEN
MADE YOU FEEL JUST MEAN
THIS IS SOMETHING I KNOW
YOU DID NOT LIKE BEING CALLED MISS SEW AND SEW

By marvin goldfarb

© 2009 marvin goldfarb (All rights reserved)

 

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