December 23, 2012 1:28 AM

Time to delve in 2012 with whimsy, wit and smirk

It seems all year we counted down what Mayans had foreboded; But when the Twenty-Second dawned, the prophecy imploded. (So much for doom.) But Twenty-Twelve was not a year for snoring; Describe it in what terms you like, ’twas rarely counted boring

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