J-anuary fourteenth morn
O-pens the day with light;
A-s you wake from slumber,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right.
A-llow Friday the 13th to pass,
L-et the Saturday sun ascend,
I-nclement clime turns fair,
C-old chill and raindrops
E-nd.
T-wilight and lonely dusk
A-re both nowhere in view;
N-o more mist and haze, enjoy going to the zoo.
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