Upon a time ago, there was a magnificent boy who traveled so far, he walked perfectly in place, he found some enlarged island, one cherry land who lived free, and to see some breathtaking trails and sails wonderfully in two simple lanes coming through, one of them are bicycle path, another was a walkable pathology way in life, to feel the delicious and scrumptious winded breezes zoomed lightly, not that much on the regularity of trees crossing by, there was a bench close to the wavy beaches, it'll be captured by, he brought a songful notebook with rhythmic words coming in, he uses the naturistic guitar, he'd tune everything up, he spices up the culture in harmonized, he gives the truest melody of magic in thin wannabee sound echoes of music floes
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-8-20
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