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To the past that has been
you walk into the future to come
the assumed twilight years are far off
untrue, as you walk beneath summer's sun
mayhap you are not the romantics;
but you speak more than they would
neither are you the thornbush
flowers spring from your careful woods
your craft others are you were
careful and thoughtful in action
so thank not others, maybe a creator
wisdom and unimposing will define you
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