Goodnight Story

When the European moon was shining away, how dedicate It was and were In there, It should be full or half, something to sprinkle of dust like the golden sands to be blown peacefully and calm, the stars who become brighter than ever to twinkle all the way through It In and out so suddenly but kindness, the zigzag pillows up and down on the upbeat nightly clouds appeared, It might be more than Shakespeare'd moment, he love to check out the long and crazy brownish beard on his Longfellow face, he fell asleep that night what a marvelous sight, he'd wear his nightgown with his candle to be led of bonfire light, he sat down the old shady couch chair is covered of white , he carried his seventeenth century notebook and ink of pen to write on either way, he chow down as many cookies, he got some crumbs on his luxurious beard, he drank his delicious bottle of rum, he written as many poetic words on his notebook in hand, but he got drunk and wasted in ten buck to

Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-25-17