Once upon a time, a young
man who traveled to
Paris, France by himself,
he got his warmhearted
and leather orange bag of
his, he smile like kingdom
come, he take odd looking
Taxi cap to the richest
hotel of the century, he
got there wonderfully, but he
has taken many grooviest
pictures, he checked in
handsomely, he walked to
the expensive suite during
the afternoon day so far,
he got the room key, he got
his wallet in his little
charming pouch on his waste
line, he put his cellphone
in there, even his passport
in there too, so he mango
to see the world looks
like, he checkout the
world famous beach into his
breathtaking eyes, he saw
and see a bread store, he
went there passionately,
he got the cheapest french
bread, so he put some cash
out, he got some, he found
a little table there
outstandingly, so he ate his bread, it
taste very crunchy and
moist, he enjoy the breeze
coming in and out, he let
his heart leaped through him
so dear and clear, he
shown his brilliant love, that was
his fantasy trip ever
lived, he felt inglorious moment
of his lifetime and
lifestyle dream to be, he truly found
it by his palm of his
infamous hand
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-17-16
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