Following up the night, writing and typing stories every single nightingale's tale, when the clock was tick away, got the egg salad sandwich on the good looking side, you've got something to drink of ice-cold Cherry Pepsi, and one kind desert of George Harrison's lemon pie, he admits to wearing his nightgown pajamas, and his nightcap on too, it's only 11:00pm timeless wonder heroic man on earth, he stayed up really late, he looks at the picture on his own desk every time know, he has to focus on the writing of his American love stories are very short and wise, those glasses he has to wear, he admired to be one bird of owls, he still be the 11:00pm man, overlooked his infamous The Beatles poster of the century, he believes to write every night, a legendary night writer until the whitened full moon will rise up handsomely indeed, the man who'll be named as nightingale poet
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-14-20
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