See and free, look out the tallest tree, one tough ingrown bee, once upon a time, there was a wealthy and southern woman who think, she wanted to be world-class modelized sculpture lookalike nature, her nakedness was grown in sizes long and sweet, right on the streetwise feet was planted still and will, her eyes pointed straight ahead forward uphill, the upright warm wind of chill to led by, it might be a young version female, she's not that pale of her brightly skin and bone, she is not an alone wolf, the statue of her wealth and health able to stand beautifully tender, her lips would be a blender and slender, every love shall be unique and antique, the woman who melts the delicious heart, totally wild free in her culture and nature, so much pure and sure
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-6-20
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