Salutatory
Come in, Latest Year; come ahead.
We acknowledge with loathing and dread
That we must see you through -
With this comfort, it's true:
In a twelvemonth, no more, you'll be dead.
We acknowledge with loathing and dread
That we must see you through -
With this comfort, it's true:
In a twelvemonth, no more, you'll be dead.
4 Comments:
At 12:18 am ,
broken biro said...
Remind you to never invite you to any parties... like I had any!
At 12:19 am ,
broken biro said...
p.s. 'Happy' New Year
At 2:23 am ,
Philip said...
The New Year and its associated Saturnalia do not constitute an excuse for splitting infinitives and conflating the grammatical second person with the first. Madam, I believe you are drunk.
At 12:48 pm ,
broken biro said...
...and you, sir, are curmudgeonly. But in the morning I will sober... at least until lunchtime
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