In the beginning was the word?
No, in the beginning was textile.
The factories along the English shore,
The perfect fuel to set poetic fire.
Like an arsonist the poet gets inside,
He puts some music coal into the plant,
The tissues are so happy to ignite,
We get artistic ink from burned yarn.
So when you see a Dorset sheep,
Like in pray you must bend deep,
The source of poems and textile,
The start of proper English style.
Textile
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