Trialogue
by Michaela Macha
What you have spun, I will weave it;
A single thread's such a lonely thing.
What you have woven, I'll cut it;
What use is your work if its never done?
What you have cut I will tear, comb, and spin;
It's fit for another round on the wheel.
(c) Michaela Macha 2005
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