He walk up to the highest
balcony of his own
world to be, he put his
loyalty hands on the
edge of the railing, he
closed his royalty eyes
of fate when the wind
actually blown him
gently and smooth, he can
smell the delicious
and scrumptious air from
his fascinated nose
to his American face, he
was so blushed and
flushed, he love to smile
within, he open his
astonishing George
Washington's eyes, he rule
his humongous land
himself, he believe of
miracles fairy tale
dreamers, he warships his
classical people he truly
loved the best of it
but so swell to tell, he
got his heart of love all
over him, he conquered it
really deep and
purred, he never been
married since of his life
as a first President Of
The America in the
modern and several years
ago, he was very
honest man ever lived, he
plead his own land
like it is in history
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-4-16
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