Midnight rolled westwards
Over seas of careless revellers.
Blinking in the new dawn,
We tentatively flicked switches.
Domestic appliances failed without cause;
Computer systems froze;
Planes fell from the sky:
Nothing had changed.
Leaving the dead century behind,
We moved on,
Trailing the stench of deodorant,
And the stale tang of air freshener.
Martin Locock, 2000
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