gbom!
gbom!
he held the coal-stained gong with overzealous notoriety
his thin foot battled furiously with the thick thorn of the bush paths
gbom!
gbom!
gbom!
he hit the gong with so much intensity and his eyes had a spark of certainty
his white-now-brown shirt seems to wave at the evening breeze with pride
gbom!
gbom!
gbom!
the insect and the wild animal chorused the rich tone of the gong with great energy
his eyes looked around with fright but he maintained the stance of a brave cat
gbom!
gbom!
the dark demons of the night danced deeply to the delightful tune of this musical
the children of the night chants and chants rhythmically and swayed their body in fulfillment of the pleasure of the pleasures of their young heart
gbom!
gbom!
gbom!
the moon hid it light from the evening sky
the town criers voice went deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest
-Editoro Dennis
(c) 2015 Editoro Dennis
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