Time of YearA Poem by TashaWhat a time of year.
Its that time
Of year again Confetti flying, Kissing all about, Champange glasses clinging A time where The past Is put behind us And we are only looking forward to Bettering ourselves Its that time of year Where resolutions are made But hardly ever kept Because so much Is starting to happen Throughout this joyous Time of year © 2013 TashaAuthor's Note
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