Only one person in a free country, who walked at the old shady door to see and saw, the knob could be clockwise on the lefthanded side, at first it was righthanded side, the keyhole truly unique of style, this one who can be on Facebook page site, to knock it down handily and untwine, when the door is truly open enough before than, all the superheroes came in with smiles, and hapless hearts, well, at last, to give healing hugs, rise up colorful mugs into the chocolate milk with and without straws, the plate who ate oatmeal cookie to chow down one by one in a time, there was a old creek door, not on the hard wooden floor, and put on the yellowish wall, play some basketball onto the hoop and scoop all the way inward
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-31-19
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