and I love it on this day forward, when I die, I
cannot lie, I rather write many words down like
it was, and make it so, I preferred to drink and
think straight on, I wish I never die a certain way
and to stay, let me obey to the secondhanded
bay, I might be disappeared one day, the soulmate
I have sincere, she walked through the road to
meet me in the New York coffee shop called Starbucks
around the corner in downtown, but, I can't be a clown
anymore, I am a big city writer in afternoon day, and I
quote to see a movie, on the third road movie theaters
in a certain day and night too
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-6-20
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