One echo sound of the fine talking wave up and
Down crashing
downright level, sweet lemon sky
Lid brightly
flows; idealistic wind blew nicely and softly
Perfection,
the lake is like a piece of art, the lake is
Like a
harmony of love and growth. Spirit glitched
Through, the
birds landed tender and blended, a few
Of the flock,
ducks were swimming, the boat-like
Sailing uniquely,
walkable docks, wear some socks of
Sandals and
crocks, loop-to-loop laces, shoe-wear fit,
Filled up
with mixer drinks in the cooler box
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
5-16-26
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