Fun Run
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R-ise of the beacon begins,
E-arly morning light;
I-t's a beautiful Thursday,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
E-vening shadows disappear,
J-ust let them totally vanish;
E-very coal cloud turns white,
R-aindrops and fog diminish.
C-old chill twelfth January
I-s warmed by the sun;
T-he day of your birth
O-pens a big fun run.
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