What Happened to \"New Year\'s Eve\"?!
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Roll \"chauv\'nist\" oer yer tongue to savour frail
Who knows what, as you know just why fr\'intents
She said what she did when exchanging thence
Our \"Happy New Year\'s\" greetings, that detail
Mine to keep safe where nothing could avail
The happy thought I\'d watch the year turn hence
In style to next, the drama sans defense
What tricks out all we knew as what\'d derail.
No time to scribble, no time \'lone as t\'were,
Nor cuz it should be, just because. We two
Held down the fort and had a ball in tour
Despite aught else contrariwise, and knew
E\'en fun, I half suspect, at that. Bestir
Thy mercies, LORD, new ev\'ry morning too.
01Jan25a
Yes, it must have been.
I Guess Twas Labeled New Year\'s Day
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Yes, sausage gravy and oh! biscuits hence
So light and fluffy, just the eggs sans bail
Fried past excuse? and brunch that new detail
Of late, is on, the page-day kittens sense
For aught else as I\'ll feign no sleep fr\'intents
Is fine, until I\'ve showered. Then derail
The day with foggy dreams of lunch t\'avail
None, as I slept past sundown, til what hence?
Eat dinner in a fog, dessert in tour
As well, and crawl off to catch sleep for two
Hours mair...in bed. Up \'gain, lo, dress, astir
For work oernight a fresh like that will do.
What of the tale of sheer adventures we\'re
Now putting in the mem\'ry bank? Year\'s NEW.
01Jan25b
Insanely busy, if you want to know. L5: my father taught me coffee \"is NOT a medicine; enjoy it.\"
Dear January, I\'m So Busy Presently
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Why does a headache nag? What shall avail?
Dream of lo, coffee in the morning hence,
Like t\'will erase this, lack of sleep fr\'intents
A culprit sans much for recure, to fail
Was\'t at \"enjoyment\"? Or then which detail?
Cold sausage gravy on cold biscuits thence
Sans eggs for lack of time, half grapefruit\'s sense
With clem\'tines, nary lunch...cuz later\'s bail?
Yet home with not a wink of sleep in tour
For working oernight twa days now, I do
Not have the time. Clean house, then dinner\'d stir
And I\'m asleep thereafter...until through
What? Wake at midnight, on the couch--is\'t poor?
Where is the day fled? LORD, I wait on You.
02Jan25