To be yourself, how pleasant it was and decent, a young and gorgeous man who regret of his life was fulfilled, he seeks his outgoing adventure, he called him Ace, he run and ran so fast enough, he kept his speed and need on the world class roadway track, he got the runner's leg, he never beg by his own first place heart, he'd sweat so easily like raindrops overhead, he kept his pace outstandingly and smart, he got it start straight shot, he check out his grooviest chart, he truly and honor by part, he came from the small country called Jamaica himself alone, he kept his journey come and goes either way, he smell upstream windy breeze, he got drunk of cold drink called Powerade any color of flavors, he sat down on the wicked bench for awhile or to, he never smoke one simple cigarette pipes and cigars too, he never have tattoo part of his body out there, he worked a full time at the flower shop couple of amazing years ago, he cherish the world of wonders before, he was brilliant dancer himself too, he also good at writing Jamaican poems after all and mankind, he worship his land his world his universe
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-19-17
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