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01/02/2013 04:30 pm ET | Updated Mar 03, 2013

On Waking to a New Year Without Revelry

Last night at midnight a New Year dawned,
But what did I do? I stretched and yawned.
For I was asleep, warmly snug in my bed
While visions of calendars danced in my head.

It was not a good year, two thousand and twelve,
And I'm glad to leave it behind on the shelf
With all of its storms and horror and grief
That threatened to shake my firmest beliefs.

I awoke to the news--not done in a jiff--
That our Senate averted the dread fiscal cliff.
All that remains is to rally the House.
Will they do the right thing? Or grumble and grouse?

I'm so weary of fussing and fighting, my friends.
Can't we all get along? Can't we all make amends?
Let this be the year we do the right thing
For our future, our children, and all living things.