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Serious Seamstress Sue

Her mother was a seamstress, her aunts and grandma too She had grown up into it naturally, serious seamstress Sue. Her house was full of fat quarters, there were pins on her floor Tiny bits of embroidery floss followed all her clothes out the door She liked quilting, she was an expert, a hand-stitching queen. Did not allow anyone to say “hand-made” in any kind of mean. Her jackets were quilted concoctions made of a variety of fabric pieces. She made comforters and bags for her six daughters and three nieces. Sue's expensive sewing machine was going twenty-four seven. Can she take all of the things she made, when she goes up to heaven? Sue did not worry about any of this, she sewed all day and night. Wore her spools upon her head also, she was a truly crazy sight.

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