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Don't Ask the Professor

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Don’t bring any more naked questions
for me to clothe with answers.
Styles change too fast to keep up with
and I’m going out of business.
For one thing, I can’t get material
I can depend on, it’s shoddy, shrinks
when wet, won’t hold a press. It’s hard
to match with thread, seams gap,
alterations show, bias ravels,
an uneven weave spoils the pattern . . .
Perhaps my eye isn’t what it was,
the scissors don’t cut true along
the chalk line, when I pin pieces
together the shape won’t hold and
the pins fall out. I say the situation
is out of hand and you better try
ready-made styles. I’m tired of trying
to please customers who don’t want
my kind of truth anymore, let them shop
for answers in some other place.

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Don't bring anymore naked questions
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The Back Door 1 (1970) 39.
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