J-anuary twenty-ninth morn
H-as met the sky underneath;
A-n early light has come out,
N-ew dawn greets the
Z-enith.
C-oal clouds up above
A-re all becoming white;
S-unrise has just begun
T-o set everything aright.
I-t's a delightful birthday,
L-et the beacon warm your life;
L-et it reflect in the blade
O-f the sharp kitchen knife.
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