Way out to the decent seashore lakes, the battered and literature sunlit rises upwind northeastern side,, make a story lane street, landed on the polishing feet, creative line to line above the service over the top, make it really sweet, cherished land, and recreate an upscale drum, three extra beat, not much heat around the corners ahead, one Raven croaks upon the inner sound from the sky-high level lengthened flat, one old shady and sturdy bench carved name suddenly, it came from the frequent park, it wasn't dark yet, the clear openly skies are indeed brightened crystalize blue-eyed wonder, sitting there is like a nice and kind, infamous poets slammed into the sidewalk across near and close uptown spot, rejoice the book reopened once
Written by
Michael James Brindley
8-18-22
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