The Beach Blades Sway
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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M-ake seventh January
A-ble to meet the dawn;
R-ain and chill disappear,
Y-our worries are gone.
B-eacon begins to come out,
A-bove the new horizon;
L-et the Saturday sky
L-eave the Friday night alone.
A-ll shadows have vanished,
R-ays from above brightly shine;
B-eneath the wide blue sky,
A-nother weather is fine.
R-ising sun is a pleasant view, smiling at a lovely day;
E-arly breeze blows softly, causing the beach blades sway.
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