12/31/23
End of Year Waltz
One two three, One two three—
won’t you come dance with me?
Out of the old year and into the new,
I’d like to spend the time waltzing with you.
When the clock chimes, we’ll be on the floor,
welcoming in two zero two four.
A friend has pointed out that today’s date, seen without slashes, is 123123—the realization of which gave birth to this poem.

I think I will dance a few steps tonight because of this post!
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I wasn’t going to go to the party, but perhaps I now will.
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Lovely and a lovely photo.
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Thanks, Dolly.
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Whoa… I love the photo and the poem.
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Hope that “Whoa,” doesn’t mean to stop dancing.
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No it’s the kind of “whoa” that’s several steps above “Wow!”
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WHAT a beautiful picture…
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Such an aptly chosen photograph for this excellent poem
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Lovely.
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