Towel On Your Head
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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F-riday fog fades away, Saturday morn has come;
E-vening shadows vanish, vile weather turns calm.
A-llow the night to end,
B-eacon begins to rise;
O-n January twenty-eighth,
R-ays are seen by your eyes.
D-on't let the heat harm your life, after you rise up from bed;
O-utsmart the high temperature, through the towel on your head.
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