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Security Guard
A-n early morn has broken,
B-ringing light to Sunday;
E-vening rain disappears,
G-ray haze fades away.
A-nother dusk has turned
I-nto a break of new dawn;
L-et the twilight leave, as the shadows are gone.
A-llow your life to go on,
B-egin to move forward;
O-pen your bag January twenty-ninth,
N-o one evades the security
G-uard.
Copyright ©
Bernard F. Asuncion
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