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Saturday was when the high and mighty person saved the saviour's day, it was ladder day and the trend of my fight so wise and free was urgent to trade labor for pay

Torn tattered and frayed no longer was my unsightly uncertain way I behaved for the sunsetter and shader's morning rays, my pattern was to stay, in the neighborhood, and be far removed from the use of the lantern with grace, I was a man of men with the certain height giving a try and lead to the emerging dates and favors of the boom town's un urban decay

Right On I said, my fight will have me not nervously pray, in sight the homestead which didn't bite had me finally being fervent and brave with the new plus list of plans in the making

Entering the masters lane had me go into the will of plans for the lucrative landscaping

Entering the banter of money to gain had me and the deal of the man go into the true true bid and the watch on my hand wasn't wasting

True and amazing was how I was remembering my response and answer for honey, for bluntly, and plain, yet glad and free, my legs feet toes heels and hands then did know of the many who passed through the nothing to lose whims and arms of the boomtown's upward population graph's grid, where got wealth swapped, and where many top notch travellers under the hourglass's sand budgeted their fasting

- Avalon Dakota

- 10-25-25

- 11:48pm

- STREET