Happy New Year!

Should past horizons be forgot

And never brought to mind?

Nay, such a sight can’t be forgot

When etched upon your mind.


When wand’ring ‘bout the hillsides

With thorns and vines without end,

You ne’er think bout those memories

But what’s next around the bend!


For always will there be some mud

And perhaps a bug or two,

But those recede in memory’s eye

Next to wonders old and new.

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