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Karl W. SwartzJanuary 1

A lonesome wail broke
through the night,
a siren's urgent plea.
The streets were quiet
at that hour,
the wail became a cry;
the ambulance sped by.
New Year's Eve
the first victim fell.
The cycle does not
start or end
because we ring the bell.

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