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SOUND THE GONG!

O' my November to remember!
Softly you spoke, away i became choke
Waited long for the mask to be unmask
A pleasant zeal, that affection i can't conceal.

No longer a waif, on a journey with you I'm safe
Filtering word emanate light to blurred
Sound the gong, let everyone come along
Be a witness to how in a snap you loose the trap.

Heaven's gift, life saving lift
To cold feet, you will rise to the height of being bold
I speak without anxiety, now! no one can challenge my dignity
Liberation in the end, worth to trend.

©preshpen
01/12/20