By Damien Knight
No one to kiss at midnight
No parties to attend
Just sit here and sigh
Another new year alone to spend
No sweets to eat
No fire works shot off here
No love for me, quite the feat
Meh, happy New Year
At least the appolypse
Spared us for the time
A reprieve, an ellipse
We wait the next line
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