M-orning seventh January
A-ims to meet Saturday;
E-vening chill disappears, dusk and twilight fade away.
C-oal clouds in the sky
A-re all becoming white;
R-ise of the sun begins,
P-ouring rain ends Friday night.
I-t's a beautiful daybreak, new dawn has come out;
O-pen your eyes and behold the concrete grounds sprout.
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