J-anuary fifteenth Sunday
E-liminates the blue;
N-ew dawn's morning delight
N-ever departs from
Y-ou.
A-s you wake from slumber,
P-ouring raindrops retire;
I-n spite of the dark world,
Q-uest for good desire.
U-nderneath the blue sky, Saturday shadows vanish;
E-arly get up from bed, prepare the birthday dish.
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