Birthday Waste Poems

M-ay thirtieth early morn 
A-ims to wake you up; 
R-ise of the sun begins, 
C-hill and raindrops stop. 
I-t's a rare opportunity, 
A-n acrostic is...

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J-ust waste no time, 
E-very day is so brand new; 
L-apsed moment cannot return, 
L-ooking away from 
Y-ou. 

M-inutes and seconds count, 
E-ach hour has...

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