Only one who fled upon the old classic haiku man, wear a baseball cap, and an upbeat hand drive drummer drums, the low register voice able to speak it clear enough, everlasting words were connecting in rhythm, the path of the legend rises north, upscale sounds blurred and tender taste of tune, mellow musically tone effort and loyal, he thinks about life and growth in-between on and on, correspondent stories are made, he actually grabs left-hand baseball brownish leather mitt, he threw so hard and fast, his own favorite drink was, a regular bottle cherry-like coke, one wealthiest candy bar would be, it might be something very chewy Sneaker bites, whatsoever than
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Michael James Brindley
6-27-22
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