Small little neighborhoods who walked straightened ahead, as long as bigger should've been and seen, all the statehoods around thee and thou, it turned a brand new place, those streetwise roads were enormous, one blaster of wind takes off, freshly sunshine on the prestige set, digested lands would've been taller than anything else, it'll blow their own fabulous mind, so much of kind too, big towns and small cities connected differently. totalized cultures on a certain field of heartlands and caregivers in time, turmoil of fans never give up their own ultimate dream to see and watch identifies the stadium of sports, smelling the turf between the intelligence of noses, observed of food and snacks onto the concession stands every single line to line
Written by
Michael James Brindley
7-15-20
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