A-mounting to thousand thrill,
L-arge is the size of mirth;
M-oment of fun remains,
A-s well as the joy of birth.
M-orn of September fourth
A-nother smile is in your face;
L-aughter of the occasion
O-bliterates the anger's place.
N-ew dawn has just broken, warming the night cold chill;
G-reat volume of rapture is amounting to thousand thrill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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