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REVISED1: She watched with awe as the cluck struck 12.
And the ball dropped and her parents kissed.
And drank the silly bubble drink.
That year she would learn to read and write.
And she would learn that 2+2 equaled 4.
And not too much later, just a year or two or three.
The cluck struck 12, and she understood,
The meaning of a new beginning.
And the silly bubble drink had a name, champagne.
And she knew why her parents kissed.
That year she would make real friends.
And learn to multiply big number, and divide them as well,
A few years later, not too many.
She would watch with amusement, as the clock struck 12.
And she would celebrate, her new year beginning, and make her own secret resolutions.
And she'd take her first sip of champagne.
And that year she'd learn how to backtalk, and how to question the world around her,
New Years again, still not much had changed,
Laughed with the friends, and celebrated with the family when the clock struck 12.
And took a sip here and there from the glass of champagne.
And thought about hoe artifical her life seemd.
And she no longer watched her parents kiss
She was far too busy with her own man.
And that year she learned the secrets of cliques and exams,
And how to steal an essay off the internet
And just a year later, things would be different, once again.
And shed slip away from the room as the clock struck 12,
And her cries would accompany their cheers.
And she'd fall asleep that night, bottle of champagne in hand, makeup running down her face and splattered on her pillow For another new year, no longer meant a new beginning, but just another mess of bad days.
And she wouldn't learn much that year, since she didn't really bother, since she didn't really care.
And time would pass, the way time does.
And it would be a new year again.
But this time, the girl wasn't there.
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