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The Great Movie

R-ise of the sun begins,
O-pening the day with glee;
S-aturday sky is clear,
E-ighteenth morn of February.

R-ed beacon is ascending
A-bove the horizon;
N-ew dawn has broken,
O-ne lane becomes crimson.
S-ee the last messenger about his life story;

A-llow your eyes to behold, watch the great movie.
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The Great Movie
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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