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It doesn't seem so long ago
a New Year came with heavy snow
and as we passed each chilly day
we longed for April and for May.
They came then left like some lost tune
to herald flower-scented June.
July and August, passing days,
brought longed for summer holidays,
but they were over very soon
succeeded by the Harvest Moon.
Then suddenly the long dark nights
were brilliant with fairy lights.
Yet all this way-out Christmas cheer
just heralded a brand New Year.
There really isn't anything
can stop old TEMPUS FUGIT-ing.
Joyce Eaglestone.
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