December's haze weaves remembrances
In strands of annual candy floss
With sweet aftertaste of success
And sugary emptiness of loss
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Day 32 of 108
When the first of January falls in the middle of the week, you can really see the artifice of the concept of a 'New Year'. It become...
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Read the poem. Yes I too feel emptiness which is very sad, but guess that's life.
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