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  • Writer's pictureJanice Burt

A New Year

A new year lies ahead of me, full of endless possibility. A white page and black keys, to type just what I please. A heart sometimes divided, an aging face at times two-sided. But my deepest wish that I can see, to live in love and just be me. I sit here and contemplate, whether it’s my actions or just my fate. I decide that I hold the key, to stay locked up or be set free. My New Year’s Resolution then: to truly love my fellow men. To love so much that all the hate, will simply just evaporate. And in the process I’ll be set free, to live this life quite happily. Happy 2015!

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