The American sunrise was on top the sky, Minneapolis, Minnesota sky was to die for, somewhat the wind to combine and smooth, not too cold and not too hot, adjustable and recentable to relaxed during the fantastic day so far indeed, being outside was and were bigger than anything elsewhere to capture the breeze in and out, when somebody who sat down the Lake Calhoun bench to read some book and look at it sweetly and tenderly, you’ll love the best in the west end, when the birds flew among the skeleton cloud within, chirp, chirp along of sound, eventually the woodpecker knocking on wood every single time, it’s a happy happy day, after all, exactly the crows hawks peacocks, and the pink flamingo who walk straight ahead, someone who drank the bottle of luxurious pink lemonade from scratch, it might be one tough woman, she met her own match, a young handsome New Yorker man, she got her happiness flowing and soaring all day straight
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-4-17
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