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How sad,
the year just passed! A year the past Arose like smoke from deep beneath the rubble, Pouring up through fissures in the heart, Perhaps our own as much as those of others. Year of hatred writhing in raw pain, Near mad with certainty arrayed in faith, Each aggrieved alight with righteous anger, Whirlwinds swirling through their swathes of rage. Yet let us in the new year look for justice, Ever the rock on which to live in peace, Administered with love for every soul, Regarding every evil as our own. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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