So we molt. Get used to it.

Our year has ended,
A new canvas presented,
Life’s eschar parted.

“The old becomes new,
The Möbius life renewed,
Beginning again. “

That was genius.

A toast to next year,
Kline bottled liqueur served,
Warm throat and warm heart.

“If you’re being chased by a pack of taxidermists, do not play dead.”

Don’t play charades during a heart attack

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