There is an old loving and kind man who lived in San Francisco, he has a nice and cozy place, worked at the finest trolley station, he thinks about life was so easy enough, but he lives in a quiet apartment, he doesn't drive a car, he drove his scooter every time straight ahead, he went to the amazing writers club on time, he carried his unified notebook able to read constantly, he had a soften upbeat heart, he almost cried little bit more, he actually a drink couple of sips of bubbly Sprite, he writes it with encouragement and compassionate field to his world-class story were really deep within, he is a single man very talented ways, he thought to walk nearby the public parks himself alone, he has been happy in love every inch long, that was his own character looks like, he had some love interest before, in the back of his years since, he lost his wife from cancer, he walk forward on his own ways, on the sunny afternoon day, went to the cemetery able standing close and see her once again
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-6-21
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