Fast away the old year passed
And twenty thirteen is come.
A grizzled grey cold for this new slate
How shall we mark it first?
Chalk full- with hope? With work of art?
oh frozen mitts- unfurl!
What dash or dot or line or smudge
To start, beginning Word.
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