The benches were up and primped onto the western park, let the mid-aired winds can be blown in a different way, not much on heavy-duty unfinished clouds everywhere then here, the African grass was even short and sweeter smell, let the unheated sunlight kept it mellow, it's always been yellow at first beforehand, incredible land of fascinating flowers and plants were grown gently to reborn and rebirth, not hardily too much of threesome trees truly handsome and tall, not even small than that, how pretty it was and is, the bluish and reddish birds came through, especially the rivers were huge-able thought, it's good for mid-summer age couples to hang out romantically to swept their own gorgeous feet, usually the year of 1960's, some men and some woman who read their own loveable poems to them, one by one each other wisely enough to take a marvelous love stories
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-27-18
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