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Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Not Yet The End
Christ's own Mass come 'round at last,
This febrile year will disappear.
Still alive, lacking all drive,
I hope for more in Twenty-One-Four
But fear the worst from Janus first.
Heaven, hell, pray all fare well!
2 comments:
Happy New Year, Ed.
You know the drill:
Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Sullen, a bit artful, I labor by stinging light--not for attention or cred, but for the griefs of the aged. And you have a keen '14.
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