It was the eve of yet another year
with all days gone in haze dancing,
with all that prevalence holds for dear,
small life smiling and merrily prancing.
It was the eve of yet another actual day
and I found myself with bursts of living
and thus with hope for another day to play,
to star in all that my shifting life is giving.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-12-31 at 22:11
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