Beneath The Hanging Plant
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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A-llow the night to turn
I-nto a lovely Tuesday;
K-iss the mist goodbye,
O-ne haze fades into the gray.
P-ouring rain disappears,
E-arly thirty-first January;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-iming to bring ecstasy.
L-et the mother bring
B-aby, child, or infant;
E-ver nice parent and offspring
R-emain beneath the hanging plant.
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