Bottled Water To Sip
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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T-wenty-fifth January morn
E-rases the dark night;
T-uesday twilight is gone,
H-aze is swept by the light.
R-ise of the beacon Wednesday
O-bliterates the cold drip;
S-corching sun opens
A-nother bottled water to
S-ip.
Bu şiiri puanla
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