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LEEWAY

How will I enter 
When all are choristers
Pitching high in silence
Wearing smiles of faces
Their piece I listen in attention
Rhythm like the hiss of adder
Song of freedom I thought.
Pains as stanza agony as chorus,
Gay as coda.
Conductor they will but not disobey 
'ducting stanzas, chorus and coda.
Bewildered I gaze as one unconscious
Why will I enter and celibate

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  1. Korole Jeremiah2/2/20, 11:53 PM

    Succinct and well explained

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  2. Femi Oguntibeju6/23/20, 10:59 PM

    "pitching high in silence" can you please explain this?

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    1. Adeola Precious Oguntibeju7/12/20, 11:19 PM

      It's a figurative expression punctuating a degree of complain in fear.

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