Wearing an odd-looking hat, not a hat like that, it is an ordinary cowboy brownish colorific hat, naïve suitable clothes, a small town blackened rubber made into the style of classical boots, totally southern assents, walking down in a modern and old school music store on the countryside roadway town shopping mall, not quite small, it seemed very tall, outwitted guitar to buy eagerly amount is even more than ever, actually, his country eyes were pointed either directional point a view, he saw and see an infamous microphone on the stack, he wanted that in righthanded to get it handily and wise, getting all set to go perfectly, he'd love to twig on things, a little text drive before to start playing and saying his slow paste unspeakable poeticism upbeat words and lines underscore music numbers indulgently in tune, there was a countryside, a countryside speaker in town himself alone, he's a legend professional poetic writer, and speaking out to the world forever
Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-9-20
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