Deterge The Surface
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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J-anuary thirtieth morn
H-as broken early Monday;
E-vening shadows disappear;
R-aindrops stay away.
M-isty Sunday airway
I-s nowhere in sight;
E-ven the haze is gone into the blackest night.
A-nother birth has come,
N-ew dawn sets things aright;
T-he beacon has risen,
O-pening the day with light.
L-et the dirt and grime fade
I-nto the deepest darkness;
N-ow is the time to wash off and deterge the surface.
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