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A New Year's Poem

The snow has stopped falling.
It’s another new year.
No more Sleigh Bells ringing,
No more Christmas Cheer.
The tree is all folded
Away in it’s box.
The baubles all smashed,
The Cats found the lot.
The presents all opened
and I’m sure most returned.
The pockets all empty,
Cash gone before earned.
The families disbanded
To their useral lives.
No toys for the kids,
No more treats for the wives.
No more good tidings
and no more good wills.
Now it’s January
Just pay last years bills.

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