Lake Calhoun, Minnesota
Lake Calhoun, Minnesota
As it goes forward and toword of the deepest path
of all times, it should be the longest journey and
a breathless and heartless quest out there, they've
have many and dozen of wealthy decent trees
were moving gently left and right like the on beat
winds kept going into the northwest and southeast
area, the kissible clouds came through, the glazing
and blazing sun as warmth of love and compassion
but inglorious feeling of nature's best interest, the
river was very humongously, they'd got million of
old School benches with old names was carved into
and onto in centuries, the grass has been greener
then St. Patricks Day colors, very friendly park like
anywhere in the whole entire place, its good for
families friends love ones and citizens too, this is a
Lake Calhoun, Minnesota, it brings life to the
bunch, its good to be free and wisdom of the greatest
summers of all time straight through, all the bikers
walkers roller skaters and skateboards too
Written by
Michael James Brindley
6-12-16
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