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New Year Now

"cuckoo" by Beth Achenbach
Tick tock, 
tick tock,
time is up on last year.
Drink, drink 
drunk, thunk farewell.
See the clock, fake the cheer.
Chin up, 
huff puff,
tug of life, silent roar.
Bow down, 
to rise again.
Heal toe, heal toe, soar.
Tick tock, 
tick tock,
begin hefty quest.
Press reset, 
try again.
Still the heart beat the chest.
Tick tick 
thump thump
eyes open, 
dawn’s light.
New year now, 
older you.
Tick tock, 
tick tock, 
fight!

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