M-arch tenth early Friday morn
E-liminates the cold night;
L-ight from the burning beacon
I-s setting your birthday aright.
T-wilight turns into new dawn, the dark dusk has followed suit;
A-llowing the day to break, bringing bright colors that soothe.
P-oetry penned from the heart
I-s causing you some fame;
L-et lyrical gift give icon
O-r renown to your
N-ame.
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