The Hard Longleaf Pine
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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D-awn seventh January
A-ims to warm the day;
N-ight lane has turned
I-nto a bright blue skyway.
E-arly Saturday morning, the raindrops disappear;
L-ong cold chill has vanished, no more fret, pain, and tear.
O-ne lonely twilight
C-hecks out on Friday;
H-aze, mist, and fog
A-re all fading away.
V-ile weather is gone, the sun begins to shine;
E-vening shadow has left the hard longleaf pine.
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