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Practicing Poetess
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Golden Leaf
What will the new year hold?
Will it be better than the old?
Forward we step, in a blindfold
Wondering what we will behold.
As we watch the year unfold,
Will there be sorrow untold?
Or joy and blessings manifold?
We must not fear; we must be bold.
We could see trouble and pain,
Or happiness may come again.
Good sense and reason could prevail,
Or is that but a fairy tale?
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