The man’s gladness

A man filled with the glasses of joy,

He puts his bag on the floor

His jacket there to.

The sound of his mum in the morning,

The sound of his bike he put there on the table

The man put the thoughts of his mum.

The man put the thought of crunching crisps on the table,

He Put the smell of food on there

Put the thought of his bike on the table .

The table did not complain ,

Table was still going strong.

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