::: NEW YEAR 2012/ Oh dear/ Time is a-fleeting,/ The countdown begins,/ A brand New Year/ Is upon us to mess up in./ Too many things to do,/ Family and friends to visit/ Too many to count - / There's a whole slew./ But here I am/ Getting back to you,/ With thanks in my heart,/ Straw in my head,/ At least I am alive -/ Not yet quite dead./ With my wishes for you/ May your year be blessed/ Free of wants and undue stress./ Peace and good health/ And all of my best./ Thank you for the friendship,/ All the year through,/ I hope that you feel that way too./ I'm may be no poet,/ Darned if I don't know it,/ But this is the end./ ~ The End ~ ::: (c) 2012 - Gwen Beauregard