Like a hot knife through butter,
The oiled wheel spun.
Threads of fabric gave up,
Yielding to the sharp.
No longer tearing or ripping,
The slices now clean.
Amazing how much easier it is
With a fresh blade.
It’s the little joys in life while sewing on a hot summer’s day.
The little things truly do mean so much!
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