First year, last year.
Future year, past year.
Year of grace, year of war.
Twelve months, seasons four.
Count the days, count the hours.
Work like a dog or go pick flowers.
Fresh and clean on New Year’s Day,
time races by and it’s all one-way.
Take this gift of a brand new year,
toast it in brandy, toast it in beer.
Remember, we loved 2015,
now it’s sent to the guillotine!
How to stop time? Well, that’s a trick
You may think me a lunatic.
Love alone stops the old tick tock.
That’s enough, I’ve got writer’s block!
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