In The Beach Resort
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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J-anuary twenty-first morn
E-rases the lonely night;
S-un has begun to rise,
S-hining with burning light.
I-t's a beautiful Saturday,
C-oal clouds don't gather;
A-nother dawn has broken, bringing warmth to the weather.
B-oats are smoothly sailing,
A-fter coming from the port;
Z-enith meets the beacon,
A-s you're in the beach
R-esort.
Bu şiiri puanla
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