R-ight choice is made
O-ctober seventeenth day;
W-ith white being selected,
E-liminating the dark gray.
N-either eye will be wrong in looking for the perfect place;
A-llowing both your hands to catch the heavenly grace.
P-ure delight and mirth
A-re both finally found;
N-either ear will turn deaf,
G-oing for the right sound.
A-llow your heart to be pure,
N-ot beating in mistake;
I-n life the good brings joy,
B-ad, on the flip side, ache.
A-s the dawn has broken, and the black shadows fade;
N-o error is committed, right choice is made.
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