FLAG Morning

Freeing from the rout leads of the freedom rang city we were, we were inside mustang sally the jitney, as the skyline emerged, it was us seeing the plain valley city, and it was 3:07 with the morning’s miraculous pleading munchies

Leading “fun the rhythm” , I turned the robot sir, to the song of the wedding, betting, on the petting of the wetness of produces fresh lead , for the rest lead after the park, was I finally making the March month lead

Aunt Repeating, became him,  had a feed me, glorious  Bruce Springsteen

Gleaming, Pants of feeding, was I and the chance of treating myself