A Happy Day Indeed

Eight months past since eight months ended,

Now eight days into eight.

On the eighth minute of the eighth hour,

On the ninety-fifth year of the twentieth century,

I started beginning,

and today begin again.

Today as something new and fresh to them,

whom will one day be eighty-eight and old to them.

Another new beginning,

another turn to fall.

The End

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