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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

A Toast to the New Year




“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
 ~William Shakespeare


 “Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul 
and sings the tune without the words and never stops… at all.”  
~Emily Dickinson



"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future,
 concentrate the mind on the present moment.” 
~Buddha.
 

“We must use time wisely and forever realize 
that the time is always ripe to do right.” 
~Nelson Mandela
 

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
 
 

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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~Emily Dickinson