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My lifelong friend, I take you in each hand,
All warm and gentle, soft like butterflies
That dance between my fingers, strand by strand,
And onward glide and slide with soft surmise,
Slip on and off the needles’ points, your plies
Curl up and round to make each mounting row.
Whisk through my fingers and delight my eyes
With rapid loop and twist, with cable slow,
With blocks of seed stitch, ribbing just below,
And honeycomb crisscross from neck to girth…