There was a name called endurance's fate
for goodness, jolted plot holes came
thoroughly on foot, he never terrified into
the mysterious town himself alone, he lives
of his life forever, uses Shakespeare's
sonnets to catch his beloved phrases and
rimes combine really close, he doesn't care
about the old war, he can't understand the
president of the united states from today's
News flash update, not even the newspapers
on the stack, he believes true newborn love, near
the palm of his indulgent hand, he has co-written
the line to line poetry out loud
Written by
Michael James Brindley
1-17-20
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