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INSTRUCTION

My hands that guide a needle In their turn are led Relentlessly and deftly As a needle leads a thread.
Other hands are teaching My needle; when I sew I feel the cool, thin fingers Of hands I do not know.
They urge my needle onward, They smooth my seams, until The worry of my stitches Smothers in their skill.
All the tired women, Who sewed their lives away, Speak in my deft fingers As I sew to-day.

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