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Happy Old Year(by Joe DiMino) I scold myself A fond-noose of times, Guilt by words (The poets nemesis) If not outgrown At least, a longer rope In order one finds While still hanging-out Love rhymes Oh! Such Pathetic display (Say youthful critics) Of subjects Like regular feces Coloring grays in creases And seams With store-bought Glistens and gleams Blessed by God Though not much Left for the seeing My loving wife Now Enamored Of slow peeing:) Leave a comment