As if everything's fresh,
Like the hours and hours put in never were,
You are now a fine mesh,
Able to let things go quite easily,
If their size is too small,
You are looking for the big fish only,
The others you'll catch on another haul,
When they too are grown and make a good meal,
Which is what you wish for,
That others may share and taste the same meat,
That is the stuff of lore,
And repeat guests,
The debut's the hardest,
A thousand failures are e'er forgiven,
If the first attempt is the tastiest.
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