My City, And Memories That He Were.

My city is an intriguing place. I love him very much. He seems to me like a big tree that has lots of birds.

I often go to town, and I see people there. Someone I know, and some do not.

There are many good people in my town. They like to hang out and listen to good music. In my city there are restaurants with very good food.

A good gig is being prepared for the weekend in a club I love. I hope to go to the concert and have a good time