Another year has bitten the dust, a new one looms ahead,
The queen of hearts within me shouts, off with its head!
Another year of chains and cuffs, I'd rather be caught dead,
Sentence first- verdict afterwards, for another year earn your bread.
If you don't know where you are going, any year will take you there,
The cheshire cat within me grins, we're all mad in here.
Lap up the year as fast as you can, it's all you have got,
No, I'll look first to ascertain, it's marked 'poison' or not.
The coming year is older, and must hence better know,
If it doesn't begin now, I don't see how it can ever go.
Which way it ought to go from here, I don't much care,
It'll get somewhere as long as I, live long enough and dare.
The year would go round a deal faster, if everybody their business minded,
Everything, including this poem's got a moral, if only you can find it!
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