It is that time of the year,
In the name of god we swear,
And ourselves we bind
With promises in mind.
Last year, one resolution crumbled,
“Oh, no,” I said, then another.
I wanted to be stiff but I fumbled.
Slowly did I all resolutions mar.
Again, then, this time, my mind is brimming
With thoughts and plans for the future;
In public I shan’t commit so big a crime as lying.
So, listen, this is going to be a great year!
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