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New Year


I was sick to death of feeling awful

So I decided to do something about it.

I poured out the booze

And ate a lot of vegetables.

I went out into the yard and did yard work

Until sweat ran off my shoulders in rivers.

I took a cool bath and cleaned the house

And cooked dinner for myself

And the rest of the neighborhood.

Later I rounded up all the stray dogs

I could find, the meaner the better,

For the last and best test.

In the morning when they were hungriest

I set them loose upon myself.

We all took off running but

I tripped and they ran on ahead

To whatever grand adventures await them.




Brad Liening