You'll see the highest mountain, maintain on certain ground, you'd see and saw something under the grand cannon, you've planted the heart sweetly in outputted land, uncharted eastern wind came through, it might've been blown and flown onto the warmth of breeze, purge of trees were dangling each other gracefully in tow, hearing untwine waterfalls in brilliant brain, not much onto the drenched of rain appeared and cleared, usually openminded to seek and peak throughout the journey in their own little sweet leafy eyes
Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-29-18
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