GOOD MORNING
I saw my distant eastern horizon to achieve
Solar rays refracted
Rinsing the world with its orange
Cold air penetrating the bone
Melodious symphony of bird whistling
Were barefoot boy to cross the river
Nothing else to gain knowledge
Building dented wind slammed
There are others as well, that their school
Powder-faced woman towards prostitution locations
Meeting and short clothes worn
Beggars began to play with the fed money
Face hunger, trump card
All
It seems clear morning archipelago
Me, You, and he saw them
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Good Morning
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