Each eager for a fabric woven with love classic had ridden textile wagons thru much spastic traffic. Seeking their prime patent of material fantastic, they both fell flattened in cloth scenes dramatic; wrinkle-doom, static dragons had torched all their wagons. Then, a textile server sewed them together with threaded fervor. Now two, his burlap made battens are by her satin fastened to strap their love gladdened in passion’s best lacy tatting. Their burlap and satin when curled up in nothin’ is the best seamed somethin’ in the fabric magic patent. ... CayCay Jennings March 21, 2018