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Whistles, horns and clocks that chime,
Glasses raised to Auld Lang Syne,
All these things are brought to mind,
while another year dictates.

Christmas voices, barely gone.
Echoes sounding on and on.
Too soon this year will be gone
And resolutions wait.

The old clock now has empty hands.
No more of last year's demands.
Silence now; no more commands!
We are standing at new gates!

The New Year awaits future's door.
Behind it, what is there in store?
Seems all we care about is.....MORE
As we anticipate.

Poetry written by Janet Spivey, 2009
Music: "Waltz in B m, Op.69 Nº.2, (c) 2007 by Eduardo D Trindade.
Used with permission."