Sunday, December 31, 2023

Poem: Good Riddance, But Now What?

Tonight’s December thirty-first,
Something is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small,
Like a time bomb in the hall.
Hark, it's midnight, children dear.
Duck! Here comes another year!

                    Ogden Nash

 

 

 

 

 


 

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