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At the doorway to the future,

An open book for us to write.
At the door that was our torture,
For sometime its been locked tight,
But now from some place secret still,
Comes knowledge that open will.
At the doorway hesitate,
Should we open, or should we wait?
Then quite truly late,
The door we open, taking baite,
There from hills do children call,
Their excited cries appeal to all.
Now many come to stand
On hills where children stare
At wonderous things in that land
Laid out below them planned.
That shows a future mighty fine,
The children declare, 'Thats mine!'

    --Memzy 07:16, 21 Mar 2005 (GMT)