No More Mess Around
A-fter the rain is gone,
R-ise of the sun begins;
T-uesday twilight leaves, as the night cold chill ends.
C-oal clouds early Wednesday
A-re all becoming white;
S-hadows have disappeared,
A-s well as the frostbite.
B-eacon March twenty-ninth
U-ses the birth he has found;
E-ither mist or fog fades away,
N-o more mess
A-round.
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