J-uly twenty-second
O-pens the day with light;
S-hadows have vanished,
E-arly morn sets things aright.
P-icture July twenty-second
H-elps the heartaches mend;
I-t's a nice photograph,
N-o way will memories
E-nd.
M-orn has just broken,
O-ffering a bright sky;
N-ew dawn leaves the twilight,
T-wenty-second
O-f July.
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