Nothing Is Left But Laughter
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a warm sunny day;
L-onely shadows disappear,
M-ist and gray haze fade
A-way.
T-wenty-sixth morn in March,
E-arly dawn has broken;
J-ust before the sun rises,
A-nother year to you is given.
D-ark dusk of the night is already done and over;
A-fter the twilight passes by, nothing is left but laughter.
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