He'd wore his white hat
and a uniform, he started
to inspect the place any
day and night but he's not
very picky on things in
hand, he doesn't drink any
and certain alcohol on
cans and bottles, he never
smokes like pipes cigars
and cigarettes, no awkward
and weirdness tattoo of
his full grown arms all the
way through, he's the
inspector, he likes to write
things down on his little
notepad and pencil and the
world class pen too, he
have a serious smile on his
beloved face in the
America, he wear his outstanding
glasses, he got the manly
muscles, his heart can be
unbeatable moment ever
lived, he wear his little
handy pack on waste line,
he measured things how
wide and large it will be
to inspect with, but it will
be astonished moment ever
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-28-16
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