Look at your past, how it's grown.
You've known it since it was yea high. Still, you,
as you stand now, have never been there. Parts worn out,
renewed, replaced. Though you may bear the same name.
You're like the joke about the axe.
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Exquisite! Thoughtful, deep, image-rich - and rippling with Solie’s trademark: witty irony.