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Cotton

Cotton anniversaries are guiding beacons

As imaginary lights show the harvesting

The cracking of bolls overseen by archdeacons

in the field, mallow family plants and cutting

If cotton is a worthy gift for my sweetheart,

then, I acknowledge its comforting hardiness

Its woven threads represent an effective start

Its extension to change and clothe is tenderness

The beauty arises because of fine patchwork

and, sometimes, our cotton threads will produce quilting

Helping you to ascend is life; my needlework

The Lord keeps us strong and dispels any wilting

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