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The New Year better be, don’t make me punch your nose.
If love abounds you’ll see, no need to come to blows.
An even year of highs, except reduce my size.
Tell us the honest news, don’t make our tempers rise.

The baby born on first, the parents pay their tax.
Exemptions none for them, unlucky that’s the facts.
Hosed procrastinator, follows the patterns till.
His money pit does thrive, always another bill.

The new year bells ringing, far better than the last.
2021, thank Lord when it has passed.
Don’t want to drop the ball, social anxiety.
With the crime rate rising, and notoriety.

Ring-ring sing-a-long song, roses in peak herald.
Hearken to blooms of bless, melody apparelled.
Unparalleled color, the stunning pink showers.
Angels yield ‘22, bouquet’s scented powers.

12/7/2021
Not for contest :)

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