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Ain't going back home
Where the devil waits, oh no
Make Scratch come to me

White birch bark dissolves
Into riverside foggy
Eddy air and creek

It is thirty five
He decides his own speed limit
No matter the signs

Waking from deep sleep
Hale, hearty but still groggy
Vacation is over

Cutting all clutter
I sought the truth without frills
And found nothing left

He asks self-conscious,
"Is it normal?" No, but then
Does it matter? No

At last the storm broke
I laughed at sanity lost
His eyes shone triumph

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Telling, retelling
The same joke and guffawing
I could not escape

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Having heard enough
I turned away from this bore
But he kept my pace

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Why is it twilight
When endings come a-burning
That we reflect most?

You were hard as stone
Facing terrors of the world
I hardly held on

A year comes closing
Steady carrying the beat
Ticking down the clock

Downing one more glass
I shout, "be the drunk you want
To see in the world"

Youth has a shining
Eyes and skin are luminous
And dimming with age

New year's eve shopping
Clothing, clothing everywhere
Not a shirt doth fit

All of life is pain
Without end or escape, but
Some is beautiful

No light without dark
No hero without harrow
Balance rules us all

Isn't it funny
Add an infant to the room
TV is forgot

Cold wind finding cracks
Bright sun breaking through curtains
A good day to sleep

Ritual terror
Passed on each generation
Photo with Santa

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