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Nov 2015
It's odd to think of the past repeating itself
Last year at this time I was awaiting your arrival and now I sit here, crying, because I invited you in but didn't let you stay long enough
A welcome mat
I was your first guest in your new home, that says a lot I suppose
My footsteps were the first but they were easily covered by more
I just hope they ring the doorbell before stepping inside
Nicole Whitticar
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