Once a year, we toss our sins
And
then we start out fresh.
I
do it, even though my now-
And-then
beliefs don’t mesh.
Traditions
of the holidays
Are
somehow still retained
Because,
I guess since childhood,
They
are very much ingrained.
Tomorrow,
using pebbles
(Breadcrumbs
can work just as well),
All
my sins will hit the river,
Least
as far as I can tell.
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