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Saturday, December 30, 2017




The New Year



The New Year's a notebook whose pages are white;

The New Year's a penny untarnished and bright;

The New Year's a baby just this moment born,

A beautiful baby asleep in the morn.


Let's write in the notebook without any smudges,

Let's spend the bright penny and settle our grudges.

Let's comfort the baby who'll wail when he wakes

And discovers he’s stuck with the old year’s mistakes!
                              

                 By my mother, Ernestine Cobern Beyer

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