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Meadow Grass
C-rimson beacon Sunday
L-ets the day and sky meet;
E-arly light has come out,
N-ew dawn and morn both
G-reet.
C-old wind chill passes by,
O-n twenty-ninth of January;
N-o more mist and haze,
C-ool breeze brings glory.
E-vening shadows disappear,
P-ouring rain fades away;
C-oal clouds are all gone
I-nto the dark, blue, and gray.
O-ne birthday is remembered, forgetting things of the past;
N-ice feeling is obvious, as you lie on the meadow grass.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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