Long time ago, there was a
woman who walk down the
Streets of Manhattan, New
York, she got the wind of
her sense in her mind and
soul and spirit, she walked to
the bookstore herself, she
was wearing her pinkish
dress, how beautiful she
is and was, she walk into the
poetry aisle, she grab a
book, she walk foreword to
the lounge area, she sat
down, she read billion love and
passionate poems, she'd
fell in love so suddenly, she got
sweetheart tears in her
soft eye to eye, her heart was
beating tenderly tender,
she got this breathing smile, a
Manhattan smile of hers
completely and confirmed, one
hour ago, she go to the
checkout register, she brought a
lovely love poetry book,
she carried it to her Apartment
kindly and pleased, she
went in, she put her nightgown
own warmly, she went to
bed, she read her book of
poetry, and then, she
sleeps heavenly in love
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-12-15
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