E-arly morn March twenty-eighth,
L-ight above is shining;
O-ne warm sunny Tuesday
I-s not a curse but a blessing.
S-un has begun to rise, after the night is gone;
A-nother day is dawning, denying not the horizon.
S-hadow of the evening
I-s far from fine clime;
C-omfort and pure delight
A-re both coming on
T-ime.
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