L-et fourteenth January morn
O-pen the warm Saturday;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
R-aindrop and chill fade away.
A-llow the light to remain
I-n the path you travel on;
N-ever be afraid of the dark,
E-ven if it's a bleak horizon.
L-et Friday the 13th pass,
O-bliterate the dirt and rag;
P-repare to tread on anytime,
E-ven if the road is
Z-igzag.
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