Once was a historian neighborhood place in a world like this, all the shortest stories will be historical, chanceless town to seek upon outrage others, to live and survive, chillingly to high five, it might be expensive stores, not hardly to get cold sores, near the upper class fifties, opposite of the wind to shift and drift came through enchanted lands, one little boy who skipped the way, he enjoy his company oh, one little town to take the lead, the heart carried it out from the chest, the man who lives wisely, he met the townie woman in a little town, usually on love comes with it, the moment will be something else, one significant dream, amongst the world around
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-23-19
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