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About This Poem
In With the New
Year Twenty-Thirteen brings in hidden folds
Three-Hundredy-Sixty-Five of unused days.
Excited are we to see what it holds
As we each seek successes and sweet praise.
Before the last of new year's bells have tolled
We have resolved again to change our ways.
A year that's gone will never come again.
We're thankful for the new without a stain.
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