Tropicana fields were and was shorter on grass, dozen of seedless flower who reborn and rebirth to rise once again, nothing to repair thee and thou, usual to seek the inner equality and slender beauty of skin, howsoever, compassion will be reserved, the nose to smell something eagerly like a flower rose, listen compose underscore music in southern style, outcast sunlight glaze, sunburn blaze coming thoroughly in tow and slow, let everyone to see the happy time show comes up proudly and cozy, the flower was untouchable feeling, some little tears of rain to make it brighter than ever been seen before
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-26-19
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