May our world be a well-pieced quilt.
Beautifully made, even with red drops spilt.
Many shades precisely interwoven-
Together, a creation artistically chosen.
Pulling apart, to perfectly relinking,
Many more of border unwrinkling,
To ensure generational admiration,
A treasure of warmth, for all nations.
So oddly untattered, unworn-
Yet discolored and forlorn.
Awaiting unfolding to reveal,
Much love and revelry still.
What was beautifully begotten,
Hoping never to be forgotten.
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