Hand On Your Chin
F-og, mist, and haze
A-re all nowhere in sight.
M-onday morn has broken,
E-arly light leaves the night.
S-unday shadow and chill
A-im to fade together;
R-ed beacon January
T-wenty-third is bright
E-ver.
M-ake it to the top,
A-s you go for the win;
R-ight arm aims to fulfill,
I-t's your hand on your chin.
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