Brooklyn
Brooklyn
There was a young woman who named as remarkable
Brooklyn, she like to read many books at the library
or bookstores of her lifestyle, she adore love and
romance poetry by the important legend from
seventeenth century and eighteenth century, but in
modern centuries as it is and was, she'll be very
pleased, she open her loyal beatable and lovable
heart widely, she sat old fashion couches to read it
perfectly and smart, she can laugh so hard enough
beautifully, she cannot help it to snore too loud
like thin air of her precious nose on the luxurious
angel face, her eyes filled of warm and cozy tears
coming down like chickens, because she's in love
so deeply and purred, Brooklyn, she drink her iced
cold regular coke on the coffee table and couple
of chocolate chip cookies too, she Warship the poetry
books forever and ever, she lived in wonderful place
called New Jersey, New York of her lifetime
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-26-16
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