Take a wooden chair were rocking back and forward
nonstop, combing the hair gloomed several of time
straight wonderfully, listening to the lightly water sound
on the eastern ground, spinning around to dance free
and love free, the spiritualism in mind, untwine amazed
brain, a seedless of Valentine came up and dry, he never
ended to cry and try beforehand, imagine to clap, dream
to snap alongside, beatable feet to stomp on, in tune
upon the re-calm rhythm soothingly, the cup on a lovely
dash of honey roasted tea, sing a little funny song, it
seems really strong words coming in
Written by
Michael James Brindley
2-10-19
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