I can't believe it's been a year,
Of poetry and songs,
Of novels, stories, sonnets, rhymes,
There have been rights and wrongs.
Of course we've had our ups and downs,
But we've all made it through,
And those of us who still write on,
Are those that still stand true.
It's been a year of excellence,
Of pride and good and great,
For most of us just finding this,
Feels like luck with fate.
I often think "what would I be,
If I had not 'installed'",
If Opuss wasn't every-day,
And kittens never called...
But I did, and here I am,
Today's a special day,
And everyone can smile for now,
And celebrate our way.
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