Off-guard village of the damn, waterfalls arrived in the twosome scene, some other town nearby the mountain road-track trail, not hardly midtown trees in the timely adventure land, a bunch of different and ironically old legendary Rainbows across entire streams from the cartoonish skies, one happy-time sun came smilingly warm and cozy enough, the diamond shape of the fragile pale whitened cloud, total extreme makeovers right thoroughly in line, on top the greatest land, it was a huge remarkable slide attached villager's course, taken one step to the seedless grass able to sit and lay on, unsweetened birds flew and landed on the service, fall-alike park, splattered some gluten-free of bread crumbs, writing a small idealistically words of nature poem story of the secondary rhythm nice and flow
Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-3-20
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