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Handcrafted

 In a World of throwaway goods,
and mass manufactured meanings.

Crooked grins on billboards gleaming,
salesmen scheming full of bluster.

I want something soft of lustre,
made by gentle, honest hands.
With love and care,
and time and passion.

Something fair,
not fickle fashions,
made to fit a business plan,
for moneys sake,
seductive scams.

I want lovers,
not just fans,
or things just bought
and thrown away.

I want things for rainy days,
when there are no words to say,
no jobs to do, or games to play.

Give me something I can treasure,
made of beauty,
made for pleasure.

~MStJ




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