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Dec 2014
New Year for the old
Here we are once more a new year and a day older.
The party was to begin, but mom fell into the bathtub of gin.
Can't pull her out or her nickers might fall.
And there will be no gin.
The table is set for a feast, but the guest are not coming there if a football game on.
So here we set old as we were yesterday
A New Year and nowhere to go
The ball drops and they do dance.
Shouting Happy News Years to all.
But it's just another year to get older
So I go to bed and hope that the year goes fast
I am just to old for this new stuff.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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