There was a magical cave, a walkable cave has been
dark and crisp, inside of that, pitch-black can't
see out to the wilderness, it is not eyewitness, the old
blackened curtains were open and wide, wicked door
to try open that, if someone did, humongous wind to
suck you inconceivable, landed on the island, this kind
an island filled with fairy tale village, one of them who have
preheated hot tubs, swimmable wannabee waterfalls who
love to fly and dive healing Laky waters came along, the
twosome moons upon the wealthiest skies of the night
has come, the couch made of peaches enlarged. once was
a remarkable boy who called him James, he divines his own
creatures coming alive in a storybook of his peaches will
actually grow many sizes long and sweet, he meant his own
funniest friends ever taught, this world is safe and sound, he
served dozen of peaches to them, no worries about the virus
itself, we're absolutely harmed and charmed, no worse
dreams overthrow and overthrew
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-1-20
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