An eastern wind kept running thoroughly in sorts, usually, to wear naïve shorts and t-shirts on the easy track of summer, sleeveless sweatshirts to stack in shelves, or use it on the waste line level. carrying the oddly and greenish bag to hold like laptop computers and notebooks, and seek the idealistic quest came heavenly on the realistic roadway streetwise, it never been busy in line and ultimate curves around inglorious U-turn to walk through the signalized signs to crosswalk straight ahead, it follows the dreamiest sunrise in earth upon the clockwise, and on the block, it was a Minnesota Starbucks to storm down, to take a delicious strawberry smoothie in bare naked hand, and sat there a couple of hours long
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-25-19
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