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                                               P.C. # 33
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                 Many eves of New Years, unbidden, come to mind

                                 As back the years unravel till 

                                     It's nineteen sixty-nine

                            Six-year-old sister and I at age ten, 

                                More tired than either of us 

                                        Had ever been,

                             Were both wide eyed with wonder

                                    Albeit some fatigue

                            Amusement held us spellbound, 

                              With a sense of great intrigue
                                 
                 We watched Dick Clark, that host with the most

                           And we loved him, you must understand

                  For we loved his show and so wanted to go to...

                          Remember? American Bandstand?!

                   Our sleepy young eyes had a happy surprise

                        To watch the last moment tick way

               With that Ball Drop descend, when it got to the end

                     We shouted, for it was New Year's Day!

                        The seventies began with the clock's 

                                     Ticking hand,

                         And we left the sixties behind

                      Memories gift which I found in the drift 

                     And the gift was all wrapped up in time

               I still see the faces over years stretching spaces 

                 As gently, they're brought back to mind

                          

                                         P.C. # 34
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                        Tomorrow brings a brand-new year

                      "To hope and life!" We toast and cheer

                          May old acquaintance be forgot?

                      Perchance, but some? I sure hope not

                       For maybe as the past years ends

                        Old acquaintance become friends 

                       
                 

                



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Date: 12/31/2024 11:24:00 PM
What an era that was the 60s, my favourite one, now here we are 65 years later, yikes. Time really flies as you get older. Tom
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