A-s the morning sun rises,
Y-our woes and worries depart;
E-arly light is shining above
T-o warm your soul and
H-eart.
P-ouring rain and chill
A-re fading into the night;
C-herish the thirteenth December,
Q-uest for the pure delight.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
I-t's a beautiful Tuesday;
A-iming to deny the dark
O-n the break of day.
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U-nderneath the blue sky, I-t's a beautiful Tuesday; A-iming to deny the dark O-n the break of day. Cleverly crafted, dear Bernard...10+++++