Very long time ago, he was
a fabulous outstanding kid
in the whole entire
kingdom come, he dreams
something so big and
large, in couple of years later he
become a young boy, he
wants to be rich and powerful
in mankind, until then, he
become a man, he rule the
land in his own hand, he
became the true beloved young
king himself, his name was
Arthur, King Arthur, he was
truly married in his own
honor, he went outside to the
people he'll loved the
best, he put his royal hand up and
wave like a wind, he'd
blow many kisses in the misty
breeze, his own heart was
even brighter like a single
orange flower, he sat down
next to the wooden tree table
of his, he got his odd
looking white shady paper and a
fancy looking pen to write
a featherly poem, a love free
poem by day, he was so
happy then
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-4-15
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