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Weavers


People who can weave are the ones I really admire.

Who is a weaver?

They are the ones who know how to inspire.

 

Weavers know how to dance.

They turn thier bodies into music.

With one spin they can pull into all into a trance.

 

Weavers know how to write.

Their ink prances delicately across the page.

Thier books help people on a lonley night.

 

Weavers know how to play. 

Their music floats through the air.

Let's hope weavers will forever stay.

 

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