The Rocks Stop To Fall
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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L-et January sixteenth morn
O-pen the dawn with light;
R-ise of the sun begins,
Y-our birthday leaves the night.
A-llow the Sunday to pass,
L-et the cold chill disappear;
A-nother comfort comes,
M-onday delight is here.
A-im to climb the hill, even the trees so tall;
N-ever be in doubt, the rocks stop to fall.
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