I stood awaiting at your door
After rapping twice and one time more
Illuminating glow through the looking glass
Wavy vision sighted from the past
Covered porch of romantic lore
Lost thoughts of either and or
I rapped again soft and gentle
Spied a fire crackling under the mantle
Shelf lined with veristic tomes
A panoply of versicolored tones
Home filled of warmth and knowledge sure
Nothing more could be so pure
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