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My New Year’s Resolutions I could resolve to smoke less, But I don’t smoke. I could resolve to drink less, But I don’t drink. I could resolve to eat less, But then I would be skinny. I could resolve to organize more, But I would drive everyone crazy. I could resolve to read more, But I already read two books a month. I could resolve to clean more, But then I would wear out my home. I could resolve to exercise more, But I can’t get out of my wheelchair alone. I could resolve to listen more, But I lost my hearing aides in the snow. (I’ll find them in the spring). What else? Oh, yes! I could resolve to tell the truth more, But then--I don’t lie! Perfection. That’s what I resolve for the New Year—Perfection.
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