The Philosophy of 2017
I was looking, my was I was looking EVERYWHERE!
The freeways at rush hour even yes!
But the cars on the side of my cars seemed to harbor my type of drivers too.
What became the meaning of today?
But each type of day seemed like each one!
Aside from food and drink,
Oh boy, I enjoy my work.
I'm into writing!
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Good. The writer's days and nights are productive indeed. Thanks