When the nature has blown, either way, one owl bird was standing nice and tall, he planted his little off gaurd feet onto the tree branches, his brightful eyes were open and wide, until he finds his mate to make a decent sound of the word become as love to combine, the midnight has answered of time, it ticks away, actually the moment to shine and staighten up the unique line to overstretched among the spine, to cherish the Grapevine, it's truly fine when the moon came up near at twelve, the male owl and the female owl were making weird sound of echoes upon the wind to be shattered and splattered all the way to the adventureland
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-29-18
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