The Mirth You Feel
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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R-ising sun on Sunday morn
H-as replaced Saturday night;
O-bliterating the darkness,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
T-wenty-fifth December
O-pens the day with light;
R-ays from the red beacon
R-elease the flame so bright.
E-vening shadows disappear, evading a thousand thrill;
N-ot the twilight can take away the mirth you feel.
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