Postby daffyd » Sun Jan 06, 2013 8:26 pm

Entering a New Year, twenty thirteen

With forecasts of gloom like you've never seen

But forecasts are but guesstomates

Subject to fluctuations and often change

If this was not the case life would indeed be strange

Consultation of your stars are flights of fancy, true

There is nothing written deep in stone that pertains to me or you

Live each days as it presents itself

Enjoy your surrounds and friends

For who knows what is in store fore us, or when that enjoyment ends?

My inferiority complex is not as good as yours.
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