Once upon a time, one dustiest road was narrow and sparrow, unsweetened as an arrow coming in zig zag momentarily on warmly breezy winds attached in thin nail-biting quest, or take the modern west, admire to rest in peace, try the best to reopen mythologic door, how'd it big be, how'll huge shall be too, the golden doorknob was made by legend of Zeus himself, someone has turn healing knob on the righteousness, the pathologic trail kept going and going further, one man who did that, he believes many things in colorized by land himself alone, request to see something in his ordinary cultures, he lived in hope, willingly to walk rhythmic all the way thoroughly, he meant to see a waterfall has fallen upside down methodically involved and resolved, story is like a fairy tale, the banana trees hanging down on the south side, obliviously pineapple bushes came through, the young indulgent wannabee poet, a cute fisherman poet, who loves to write about fish
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-12-19
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