January To Mortuary
The picnic at december end
The mob in the party
Restively chanting to God
For their healthy mortal
existence
Tick tuck tick the tickling clock
The expected desire reached
Happy new year choruses
Roaring among the mob to the
air
Hisses from the mouths of
lovers
Warmth in the cold
From hugs
Clitterings in the air from
knockout
Boom bang from a missileous
knockout
Overwhelmed the varieties
The melancholic tune changes
From the fire ablazing
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