He admitted to writing many words, the man who regrets his days and nights altogether, walking in the deeper paths were up and down several times a row handsomely, he overcheck the crow in a mid-afternoon day, when the sweet haven sunlight was shifting on the right side, he adjusts to glide his feet one by one, he discovered the Lake itself alone himself, he live free, he adores and see amazing first-class tree, once was a Longfellow poet who fall in love to feel the windy breeze coming through nice and easy, a southern bench was made in French, he sat there so kind, he met the woman on the same lovable bench togetherness, he read her a poem beautifully, she almost cried since
Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-23-18
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