Gather up the belongings since the time's now arrived where we're shutting down lvlovers. The professions of love, the whimperings, the lassitude and the barrage of repetition are all fait accompli. Put a fork in it. Stash it in the attic in a box labeled Johnson. Your purpose has been served.

This would be a good place for some persuasive palaver but why tackle today's repentance when you can put it off again? Instead here's where the 2016 efforts can be shilled hawked touted. On the flip side, let the product sponsor itself as it opens up revealing something that made it to the page.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. ~Gilda Radner