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THE NEW YEAR
The last day of the year, Tomorrow's a day to cheer, For it's a new beginning, A time for singing. The old year's past, New opportunities are vast, To strive for the best, In good let us invest. Twelve minths lie ahead, Blank slates to fill. New paths to tread, Old ways are nil. Hope lies in the future. If we're steadfast and sure, From new goals, Let us not deter. Carol A. LaCroix
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