A-nother high noon has come,
R-ise of sun is at twelve;
T-wenty-ninth of November,
E-vening fades into the darkened delve.
M-orning light has turned
I-nto a ray in the zenith;
O-ne new dawn has changed to a beacon's brightness beneath.
P-rime factor of triumph
I-s not a punch to the moon;
L-ove, faith, and hope are enhanced,
O-nce your life is in high
N-oon.
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