Minnesotan Stories ( Part 1 )

Statehood was made unique ways, figured the whole poetical lands, like too many of heatless sands, keeping harmonies on bands, banging infamous old school sticks, usually palmed face drums with bare naked unstapled upbeat American hands, unwillingly commands either direction, Minnesotan people who compare to rule the universe in sockets every single cent, all the heroes of Minnesotans who wanted to take the power around the indulgence of the state, the faithfulness comes and goes beautified, any roots came up gently further notified and noticed, do not rock the mythological cradle, listen to the unified music become the richest sound, vibrate inner ground really softened and easy path overreached to walk soothingly

Written by
Michael James Brindley
10-19-19