Flame To Keep
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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L-et the red beacon come,
E-arly in the morning light;
N-ew dawn begins to free
Y-our birth from the night.
T-wenty fifith December
O-pens the day with thrill;
R-aindrops have vanished,
R-ays obliterate the chill.
E-vening darkness fades, as the dusk goes to sleep;
S-aturday shadows turn into Sunday's flame to keep.
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