J-ust let twenty-third February
E-liminate the blue;
N-ew dawn has broken,
N-ight chill is far from
Y-ou.
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all nowhere in sight;
N-o more mess in the path,
G-ray clouds all become white.
A-n early red beacon
H-as just made the wind mild;
A-llow the Thursday to shine,
S-tart taking a walk with a child.
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