A Dream

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Bump, bump, bump, the needle goes.

Stitch after stitch; they form a row.

Two pieces of fabric sewn to make a seam.

Sew, pull, cut; it becomes a routine.

 

Hard work and imagination you need

To perform well in a career many strive to achieve

Next year, at a school, my journey truly begins,

Down a road, with an unknown end.

 

It all started with an old sewing machine

And turned into a love, a passion, a dream.

This poem is about: 
Me

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