Category : Poems

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One time of year for no curfew for you, the parents are playing games or drinking. Is this the year I earn my fame?
The last day of the year when the clock strikes 12, a new year of possibilities arise.
Child's eyes gleam with hope.
Make a wish at the end of the year, and pray it comes true.
This is the year everthing changes in my warlock's brew.