Flying Fish In The Sea
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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E-arly seventh January,
S-aturday shares a fine weather;
P-ouring rain disappears,
I-t's a lovely morn
E-ver.
A-s you wake from slumber,
B-eautiful day begins to break;
R-ise of the world's beacon
I-s erasing the Friday's ache.
G-et up from the bed, leave the night's misery;
O-pen your eyes and watch the flying fish in the sea.
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