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[title] => New Year Ponder
[time] => 2005-12-31 08:49:22
[hometext] => Happy New Year to all xxx
[bodytext] => New Year Ponder She lays and ponders the year gone by All the events included Seems just like the blink of an eye Events mount up when concluded But not of all the diary dates Does she begin to recall Remember all the little pleasures With no worldly relevance at all Gum on her shoe at the bus stop A moan then a laugh in the queue A breeze that woke her from a sunbathing slumber Some knowledge from which she grew Smells come to mind and with them come images New mown grass, a cutting’s fight with her son A sniff of a baby’s hair, as she hands her back to Mum Wet dog, nose wrinkles, followed by a grin That gawky dog always makes her laugh When he bravely launches himself in Embarrassed she remembers, cheers from a minibus van As they caught her singing her head off In a traffic jam A conversation heard, between boy next door and his pet In a language she’s not quite deciphered yet A light in a window, somebody’s home Somebody she’s been wanting to hold A soft touch that vibrates As into arms enfold Walking home barefoot, puddles cool her feet Danced all night in killer heels, barely took her seat Recalling the salt in her throat, as on a nut she almost choked Always wanted to die laughing, close shave, on recovery she had joked The taste of salty tears, holds memories good and bad Plenty of both this year she’s had A warming cup of coffee, when home from shopping trip Guffaws of laughter at another tactless Freudian slip The Calendar holds 365 days Each one filled in a myriad of ways Newspaper headlines from memory disappear They are just not important as she logs her year As time ticks by, the year comes to an end To all those she cares for, her best wishes she sends XShmokinX [comments] => 4 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Shmokin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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