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Two Thousand Eleven

I'll just call it Twenty-Eleven;
you may say two, oh, one, one.
Let's hope yours is a bit like Heaven.

Happiness you're wished times seven,
less of pain and more of sun.
I'll just call it Twenty-Eleven.

Cheers may have been enough to deafen,
but welcoming the year was fun.
I hope yours is a bit like Heaven.

With bowl games on now with good reffin',
some moved forward, some are done.
I'll just call it Twenty-Eleven.

Tomorrow, they'll leave for school at seven;
Seemed Christmas break had just begun.
Hope yours was a bit like Heaven.

May good fortune grow like dough with leaven,
your life's battles bravely won.
While you spread a little Heaven,
Have a great Twenty-Eleven.


1/01/2011 Carol Morfitt
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