A Little Cowgirl, ( She Adores To Walkthrough The Town )

In a small country roads coming through, she wonders off so kind, her minded brain was set, the southern wind take off thoroughly in rhythm, one simple day of her life, a little cowgirl who loves to twirl around with the outgoing and successful dress made of sunflowers, a cloudless eye was so clear, she admits of that easily and vibrant, oversee the malls to look at, every smiles, it shines brighter than ever, a little cowgirl who taste her medicine on love over and over charmingly involved for, she saw her favorite Minnesota park bench in the whole entire world to sit on passionately, the cowgirl always been so  happy enough, she turn around and see the man who read his newspaper in sorts, she wanted to laid her head down on his lap handily

Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-3-18