The Get-together
Like crispy autumn leaves
tinged in vibrant orange hues,
that drop and freely float ;
Before settling for some rest,
Unless the breeze waltz
makes them dance to its tune.
We, the GOMCO 85, were,
rapt into lifeless routine,
Striving and working like Trojans;
Monotonous it might seem,
Yet content and tranquil,
mindful, sleeping like a log.
Until one great thought of reunion,
shook...
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