A Fresh Start
Once a year, we toss our sins
And then we start out fresh.
I do it, even though my now-
And-then beliefs don’t mesh.
Traditions of the holidays
Are somehow still retained
Because, I guess since childhood,
They are very much ingrained.
Tomorrow, using pebbles
(Breadcrumbs can work just as well),
All my sins will hit the river,
Least as far as I can tell.
*This is my poem from October 2, when
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