It should be wonderful
life, when the Bernie Sanders
was jogging on the
wondrous land of pathways with
his athletic shoes he
truly wears, he actually sweat so
constantly and nonstop,
the air the wind the breeze
carried him so suddenly
and calm, he got his own and
classic smiles in earth,
his love his heart was there at
the city of Washington DC,
Bernie himself, he carried
his fascinating notebook
and a old fashion pen, he sat
down on the easygoing
bench himself, he write a simple
poem in the world, he was
so pleased, he wrote it with
passion and beauty all
together, he wrote beautiful things
on a piece of clean sheet
paper, when the day is your day
as a single poem, he did
it with flare
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-24-16
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