Upon this time, there was a spirit came forward, John F Kennedy who taking a enchanted step, he belonging his own handsome journey himself alone, the heart of the town he loves, even more, walking through an old creek bridge to think about life and love in a Parkside before, he sat incredible bench, he kept his worldwide words, mindfully and heartfelt to write, he adores much thought out into the community land, he worships his own country to serve, smelling a refreshed air coming in, he will be a perfect ghost ever lived, one little ghost town Parkside path, he felt so great enough
Written by
Michael James Brindley
9-22-18
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