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So Wicked


So Wicked 
 
The sky is deadliest, all that clouds were ugliest, how bad and sad It was, even the tropical storms in different state of all time straight, It has been so wicked, how many cities and countries condemn in certain pieces everywhere, that will be so wicked at first sight, it frightens and also terrified other people to tell those painful stories out to the community of small-town mid-town downtown areas left and right, In deep down It's so wicked, how billion of spirits and souls crushed like a little grape or to, wicked is like being scared and afraid to the world 
 
Written by
Michael James Brindley 
8-13-17
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