Today is the day on which we consume,

A dozen choc eggs long before noon.

And in our hypoglycemic state we reflect

On the year that’s gone by,

With fondness, regret.

But to consume all this chocolate is somewhat like treason

As we seem to forget the season’s real reason.

This is the point where new life arises,

To start an adventure with all life’s surprises.

To remind us that is not one constant path,

That there’s potential for new,

You just have to ask,

And be prepared for the battle of correcting the past.

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