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Sunday, January 1, 2017

Happy New Year

Peculiar how one day
is supposed to wash away,

start anew,
cause review.

Amidst the search,
look at them perch!
They wait.

Celebrate!

The clock in its finest hour
doggedly marching toward power.
Without changing,

rearranging
soldiers in a line,
forever bound to time.
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