The Year's First Day
The year’s first day is full of rain.
My dog will stay in bed
I’ll sit nearby and rhymings strain
To rouse my sleepy head
Our tree is here, still full of lights
Which now feel dull and moot.
The gifts are gone, the floor’s in sight,
Divided, all the loot.
We’ll keep things bright another day
Keep up the boughs of pine
We’ll let their woodsy,…
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