for you heartedly step then slip on the cill
a window in age consumes what has gone
remember the person who was once known
the spider crawling its eight legs of craft
the vines of the history that were meant to last
be brave in the venture, strong in the choice
have the the last laugh be full, then rejoice
newly welcome yet not fully known
a day in the future of the grown
be slow to steadfast, patiently quick
understand what is expected that is the trick
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