Volume is getting to shut, righteous gut, cannot cut it out, the water fountain is down in the awkward drain, not hardly a single lousy sound, the trains willing to be stopped immediately flow, looking around the whole entire state with or without danger and violent surrounded each other, take those synthesizer winded eyes to overlook to sync softly melody, how quiet it was, even the south voices of harmony can be quieter and quietest opportunity ways in life upon the deaths and depths on hold, the tragedy and comedy script has been still and will, way on top the true knowledge to move, the prosperity waves, one down poured Lakes overlapped, let them think to all and mankind, usually, to tell the womankind either way certainly involved, one billion of trees stand it and show it with love, with words of wisdom and freedom has come, and to speak modern times with or without quiet and silence overheard
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-2-20
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