One by one the line grows,
Each little one added, knitted close,
Tightly woven together with care,
To prevent any rips or tears.
Through life’s pulls and knocks,
Each line tightens and locks,
Woven together, nestled close,
As harsh winds whistle and blow.
One by one the line grows,
Whilst some may loosen and go,
The line continues to nestle close,
When it’s needed the most.
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