My beckoning was only your last triumph.
And my being out yonder lost-was what I called.
Passing more than my-me-mine-you through,
births validation and your-me back too veiw.
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Pride always comes before a fall, but she caught you! springs to mind. Nicely expressed... Smiling at you Tai