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Each year in late December
I think of what I’ll resolve To change my life in this new coming year. I’ll ponder and remember There’s problems left to solve; And vices that I’ll never shed, I fear. New diets that I’ve found Are something I should try For losing weight is what I need to do. But, I’ve not lost a pound Yet, though, “I’m fat”, I cry July means that now half a year is through. Sometimes, it’s not my weight, But spending way too much That I decide must be gotten in control. I’ll start the year just great But find sales, and deals and such And, soon the monthly bills begin to roll. My skills to organize Or spend more time with friends Have in some years passed topped my “to do” lists. To perform exercise And get in shape depends On if my procrastination still exists. Guess I should take to task These promises I’ve made And try to keep the bonds of this contract. Then if someone should ask I wouldn’t feel betrayed By answering that stamina I’d lacked. Next year on New Year’s Eve I will not say a word No promise of improvement I will make. I will not self deceive Nor make a pledge absurd That by July I’d know was a mistake. 36 lines
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