It is that time of year again
The auld lang zyne
When folks gather and begin
To remember the "good old times"
We laugh and smile and look ahead
To the new day, month, year
Then drag ourselves home and fall in bed
To try to keep our resolve and not appear
To have failed to keep our promise
For just a day or two
But to continue and persist
For the whole year through
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