A weakened beam is under stress.
To move in any manner spells success.

Place mats for things set down; then faults are few.
Dead willow shoots; old man young wife well wooing.
The beam is weak; fate's busy with the brewing!
The beam curves up - loyalty did the glueing.
Dead willow flowers; old wife young men pursuing!
Bold wader, thine head's wet - but thou wast true!

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