I Nearly Died

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At the end of last year 
I nearly died here 
There was hooting in my ear 
I was attacked with cheer 
And lips so dear 
Their statements unclear 

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The following morning was snowy 
My lungs were windy 
I was exceedingly Mindy 
Snowy day, windy lungs; not anymore Wendy 
My favorite for the New Year would be Cindy 
At getting her, I was handy 

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The New Year is an incubator 
Incubator of joy and laughter 
Tiz a predator of flatter 
Its preys are gloom and manslaughter 
I foresaw joy it would be later 
I nearly died of laughter
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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