( Friend )

How'd the friend walking outside, upon a Sweetland park, describe the story is to him, sitting an old shady bench was made in French wood, with a good  ordinary writeable notebook to grab the bare western naked hand, sunlight gleams and dreams handily, smiling heavenized culture, feeling ingrown little warm enchanted northeastern winded breeze lightly and slightly enough, he
admires anything to create life and love combine, he actually drank Orange flavor Sunkist, he has the experience to have tattoos around of his twosome and upbeat and mastermind arms, he called himself, a friendly hip hop James, he got the ultimate groove and style, opportunities to write all day long, admits to being artistically revolved the word

Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-11-20