Tonight's December thirty-firstSomething is about to burst.
The clock is crouching, dark and small.
Like a time bomb in the wall.
Midnight whistles, loud and clear.
Duck! Here comes another year.
P.S.
It's not their fault, but just their luck,
Some children have no place to duck.
That is why this plea is made;
Remember, please, the Children's Aid.
from Baltimore Messenger: A poet who opened his heart and checkbook to children
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