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Something New

Old habits die hard

Old flames become anew

Not quite admirable

Or the dives we are used to

The fire resigns, inadequate arrow

Blowing across the horizon

A heart is to be fallow

Soon to be planted

Anon to give rise

Better one that has granted

Beyond the big eyes

A smart one has said be safe

In the narrow

Never go wide

Unless you’re a sparrow

Peace bestowed upon you my dear

And that this year will bring you

much added cheer

Much Love Much Life