Two thousand ten leaves in the mist and rain
Washed from the streets, it leaves no stain
As I awake to two thousand eleven
Its feel as if sent down from heaven
The sky seems welcoming, bigger and blue
And the sun brighter, warmer, anew
The unusual warmth of the day, a sign
That this year will be more friendly and kind
1/4/11
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Couldn't agree more.