adore walking to the park, wide opened spaces, intrigued of sunflowers will be standing still, twinkle raindrops overcast, not through the past, chilling in the day, lay down so soft like a pillowed cloud, the grassiest blanket made of greenish colorific ways, powdered enchanted faces, as long as not too messy and dressy lookalike picture, one day forward and toward, her precious hair made of golden yellow, she combed several of times a single row, when she sings really high and low pitch equality Levelized tune, her name is June, love to hike, on an overstretched roadway bike, she like it so much, she blew some little kisses, she never misses, the woman who cherishes the store she ran to get one bottle of Orange Vanilla Coke, and one crunch cone ice cream made of chocolate and caramel, she rides her bike smoothly, she eats it well, totally scrumptiousness and deliciousness
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-16-20
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