I'm in heaven, all my favourite elements blending together,
Sister Act on TV, a storm building outside, interminable
reruns of James Bond free for the watching, doing French
homework l'imparfait of being as - continuing forever
The rainstorm upon us, the grass seems to magically shine
illuminated from inside, the sky opalescent, the cloud-break
and rumbling thunder interferes with the signal, no more
Sister Act for me, the grass is glowing with magic power
As the rain slacks off the images return and I am ready to be
wooed by Whoopi Goldberg and her crew - I cannot wait to
watch Timothy Dalton afterwards in License to Kill, isn't it
wonderful how two diverse movies enchant the same mind
Both films present fantasy worlds in which individuals make a
difference in their own universes where all factors are geared
to bring out the best in them, Sister Mary Clarence and James
Bond, leaving me with the strong impression that my own life
Can also hold meaning in this reality where all things conspire
to promote our lives and give us the freedom to choose how
to try making our own mark in life…
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