Hands Below Your Chin
P-ouring rain disappears,
R-ise of the sun begins;
I-nclement clime fades away,
N-ight cold chill ends.
C-louds February third don't gather,
E-vening haze pssses by;
S-hadows Friday fade,
S-un is shining in the sky.
A-llow your friends to reach you,
N-othing to lose, their touch to win;
A-llow them to place their hands below your chin.
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