Sound Of Laughter
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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J-anuary fourteenth morn
H-as met by the Saturday;
E-vening Friday's shadows
N-ever remain nor stay.
P-ouring rain and cold chill
A-re nowhere to be found;
N-ew day's warm lights
A-re brightly shining around.
G-et up from the bed,
U-ntil you pray to the Maker;
I-t's a beautiful birthday,
T-he Father's love stays forever.
O-pen your eyes to the sky, after the night is over;
N-either ear will turn deaf to the sound of laughter.
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