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Death of 2008
The dying year old, bent and grey of hair with a heart that grew weak and a soul that ached lay in a hospital bed as the minutes ticked away He knew his time was near as he thought back at his lovely birth in the cold of a January morning and how he marvelled at life all around Young and vibrant he embraced the season sending cupid out to break February hearts watching the March snow disappear Smiling at April rains and May blossoms kissing the first red rose of June that climbed to the sun joining in the fireworks and picnics of July Gazing down on the yellow sunflowers of August and wishing for summer to last forever feeling so melancholy when September appeared Crying with the changing leaves of October as he knew his reign was slowly dying he pulled a heavy coat over aging shoulders In the dampness of a dreary November he longed for the first snow of December and the smiles of the children's faces Now as his time slowly runs down he hears the lusty cry of the baby 2009 and on the last chime of twelve he pulls the sheet up over his face and slips away peacefully into the book of time past..
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