Sweet Spicy Spaghetti
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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L-et misty Tuesday go by,
H-aze has begun to vanish;
E-arly morn eighth February,
N-ight raindrops diminish.
C-oal clouds Wednesday start to become white;
Y-our heart is truly warmed, sun sets things aright.
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-fter the twilight is gone;
R-ay from the beacon
I-s above the horizon.
T-hin long strings pasta has brought delight and glee;
O-pen your mouth and eat the sweet spicy spaghetti.
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