Opening up to the northern star, the moon carried on as full, how bright and white it shall be, something as large than the spirit flows usually glows, depend on the midair blows of wind came in zigzag all over constantly in earth, contact to the city lid up proudly and strong, a good beloved song in French along, sitting on the easygoing bench till the night has gone, enchanted life
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-4-18
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