Saturday, December 31, 2016
New Year's Peeve
One more to the old year's demise,
Though its corpse isn't cold, glasses rise
On the eve of each year
We naively will cheer
Days of yore have foretold how time flies.
Al (David) Hedison and Patricia Owens in
(1958). Title by not-at-all peevish David Cairns.
Crappy New Year
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