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New Year's Eve

In the last hours

of the year I 

think about

the mishaps

and mischief 

the love affairs

that shot off

like rockets 

and burst into

a thousand sparks

fading back to black

The broken hearts

that mended  

from willow to iron

I think about you 

and I'll think about

the others too 

I'll think about 

careless dances 

with friends

and friends of


So on this eve

Think back to

the last and 

wonder at

the strange

and twisted

road the time

of yesterday 

paved for your



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