The money signal is a common spotlight
The gold clip for men and designer shoes for their wives
For debt is more certain though their plan survives
When their vainglory meets with their plight

Dust settles on the mantle in the night
Navigating sorely guardian angels' lives
Until the dawn's ambition arrives
When tender goals dissolve in the line of sight

What's gone is done and what waits is right
Silver tarnishes and the minted thrives
Worship stains but the spirit drives
Before the end derives and the means indict

Twilight disarms the gates of November
Stressing the rivals that engage a member

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    Sonnet about the month of November