What you see, let it be free, walk a spring sidewalk filled with identical words would actually be glued and sealed, the air was calmly and dimmed warm carried on, deamination statue nice and tall, the man who thought to be one true poetic writer, professor officer entertainer trainer instructor cooperation to led by the book itself, he admittedly a fine teacher, in a certified country on earth, many and many years since, big lovely and classy smile, he uses the ink, the legendary feathered pen able to dip, and write unique style, histories were the best to make everything impossible, he was alive of that time since in the earliest decades later, the middle of the midday
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-26-22
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