>>48541990>>48542040Here, I've penned a poem to sing the praises of Lady Knight Tob,
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From the golden fields, where wheat does sway,
Hails Lady Knight Tob, Matron Saint of Bread, they say.
She watches o'er the baking, the craft and plight,
Ensuring the threads are golden and light.
Let us praise her spirit, her wisdom, her grace,
In the simplest of posts, her presence we trace.
A guardian of grains, a hearth heroine bright,
A beacon of hope, in the blackest, darkest night.
From wheat to rye, her magic spreads,
Every grain, every loaf, her love she embeds,
With the blessing of Tob, the threads emerge whole,
Nourishing our bodies and soothing our soul.
As we break each new thread, our hearts unite,
In gratitude of Tob's eternal light,
Say your prayers, anon, and /lig/ shall never die,
For Tob's love and guidance shall never run dry.
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