L-et the Saturday shine,
E-arly March eighteenth day;
N-ew dawn has broken, twilight fades away.
A-fter the moon is gone,
R-ise of the sun begins;
A-nother morn has come,
N-ight dark shadow ends.
J-ust give grades to the weather,
U-sing above average rates;
E-xceptional warmth reaches the mark,
Z-enith always awaits.
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