L-ittle drop of dew
I-s nice to a poet who weaves;
E-ach blade of grass dances,
Z-one of fresh morning
L-eaves.
P-ouring rain is nowhere in view,
A-fter the storm turns calm;
T-wenty-fourth of November breaks,
A-s the dewdrop has
C-ome.
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L-ittle drop of dew I-s nice to a poet who weaves; Wonderful words, dear Bernard.....................