I won’t be in Times Square
When they lower the ball.
I won’t be in the glare
Of the bright lights at all.
I’ll imbibe a sweet wine
With my wife at my side.
And be happy she’s mine
For another year’s ride.
Filed under: Sex and Relationships
Tags: New Year's, Pickles
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I'm Jerry Partacz, happily married to my wife Julie for over 40 years. I have four children and eleven grandchildren. I'm enjoying retirement after 38 years of teaching. I now have an opportunity to share my thoughts on many things. I'm an incurable optimist. I also love to solve crossword puzzles and to write light verse. I love to read, to garden, to play the piano, to collect stamps and coins, and to watch "Curb Your Enthusiasm".
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