Endure The Enemy's Scorn
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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E-arly Wednesday morning
L-ight begins to shine;
Y-our birthday has come, as the sun rises above the line.
P-ouring raindrop disappears,
U-nderneath the wide blue sky;
R-ay from the red beacon,
I-s starting to ascend up high.
S-unny twenty-eighth December
I-s the day you were born;
M-ake your life strong and tough,
A-s you endure the enemy's scorn.
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