Greene County Day

It was the best day of Pennsylvania’s southwest, taking the sent thrilled lane of jah’s devout test, and having No Doubt on deck, I had the tourist’s county on my verde green bean, I had it my way, I touched down off the highway to Waynesburg In The County Of Greene

I went to the demand order lane of their supreme golden arches, (for the proteins and starches), across the street was the Big Hawk’s low key closed supermarket, The dark and I already met

I might’ve even been nearby or driven by a parklet

But I made the order for them and my cart was set

The local pessoas-people at the window handed me my almost $1.07 brown with graphic fun bag (I might’ve passed the thanks test)

I was a folk of the ness of boa, I thought of their steeples, I was the bro, I landed, I was free, the county was my host, again I thought of their houses of heaven, I was down, it was several hours till the Fantastic sun I had (left)

Then with myself being parked for the continuing quest, myself some houses, and a bar-tavern, crossed path’s, met, and saw eachother

The Meaning behind myself (that kind of a tourist) was that we are all higher up lawed sisters and brothers

And the thoughts of the county courthouse had my druthers

I walked with almost stares and on the streets with a little bit lead, God had myself as bloom unsit he

The Walk of the air and I did meet, before I knew I was sane and blooming pretty

I might’ve even gone to the skilled gains of the University

My tourism thoughts were still in my brain’s nursery

I might’ve even gone to the county seat courthouse with all my might

And the hourly leads undoubt told me that I eventually had to make it a night

Driving through the neighborhood’s was my thing

Thriving as a man with favor’s so good let Greene County’s Freedom Ring

I was Striving with my plan, probably being looked at by the neighbors of the hood, but their public downtown eyecandy, scene’s bounty and townery,

Back on the highway northbound I then took my back home position

With no slack as the guy unpaid, in the saddle with my v4 hound, my mental life hack, was to think of Greene County’s modes of life, ways of life, and ways of gaining some of the teachings of their missions.

(I was in the mode of)

(I might’ve even taken photos)

When my Mother and I did move through runes and speeches of love

- Avalon Dakota

- 8/26/25

- 9:42pm

- Greene County Day