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The Ledge

Betwixt St. Nick and the new year lies

terrain waiting to be claimed by those

resolved to supplant last year’s fears

and failures with new zest and vim.


For those hearing the midnight chime for

the 95th time, expectations no longer glisten

as we listen to the dirge that nudges us

closer and closer to the ultimate ledge.




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