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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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