Just the Once
Moments labeled fresh,
run rutted worn circuits.
Pages are again printed,
on papers reconverted.
My false new beginnings,
find remains unenthused.
I was new just the once,
and now repetitive news.
Time carries false marks,
and ages before it's said.
To begin again allover,
I'd require an honest end.
EaS
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