on a new decade
The memories we've buried, Have just taken seed, When springtime comes, They'll turn into weeds, And they'll creep through your window, to smother your dreams, You know fate has a funny way, of coming around.- Dr. Dog (The Beach)
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There's something about a new year that always come around and grabs at people; but what about a new decade?
I have a lot of thinking to do.