Upon the day, when the young bright chick, she click her heals together as more then once or twice, she adore to lick all that Barbecue sauce of her Buffalo wild wings onto the luxurious mouthful lips complete, it seemed very tang of spice, she ate those things about seven delicious wings constantly nonstop action, she believe in summer of love, she warship to licked her scrumptious fingertips herself too, at the modern restaurant she was crazy for, she admitted that, her bib was very messy at first, she got the old fashion napkin to wipe her enchanted and prettiest face and buttermilk hands too, her heart leaped through it, she payed the bill, she walked to the finest hillside town, she hear some incredible band was playing on the mid-afternoon day at the Manhattan, New York public park out there, The Bangles were jammed onstage before, she boogie and woogie all day long, she's a dancing fool, that was back into the eighties were upper and lower in years since, this woman who believe the band of songs actually upbeat, she meant the young and vibrant man who dance with everyday long in rhythm, she wink at him charmingly, she said to him the summer of love, he told her exactly indeed
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-8-17
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