While no clock strikes twelve in this digital age,
the countdown still happens at a blistering pace.
The ball, pulled by gravity and cables, descends,
lights flicker, radiating the year's coming end.
"Ten" starts the chant and soon we reach five,
in seconds, fortissimo, the crowd hums like a hive.
A boy reaches out and pulls the girl near,
he plants a kiss, whispers earnestly in her ear--
"I have to go to the bathroom, but I have no clue,
Did you happen to see where they've parked the loo?"
HAPPY NEW YEAR All OF YOU!
(With the help of my granddaughter Kayla)
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