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With frosty skies, and twinkling stars,
The New Year dawns once
more.
Now celebrations can commence,
As the bells chime out the hour.
And happy revellers step and prance
As it were always so.
But peep behind the faded blinds
To where a fire burns low.
You’d
see a lined face drained of hope
Rememb’ring
long ago,
When flouncy skirts were all the rage
And Jenny thinks of Joe.
But with the daylight lives go on,
As it were always so.
Thank you to Doreen Cooper for sharing these
thoughts with us.
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