The More The Air Is Fill With Respect For It's The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The More The Air Is Fill With Respect For It's The Angel Of Respect.



For when it's a beautiful night and yet there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but when one see the moon thus there a star that twinkle in the sky the more one see the moon the more the moon shall shine but for every star that one see will touch the sky with respect for every star is the angel of respect and yet the more the air is fill with respect for it's the angel of respect.



Some where a heart wish for respect but when one look to the sky for every min that the moon shine the more one wish for respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but it's the angel that whisper respect in the air the more night breeze whisper the a heart will feel the touch of respect but some where there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect the ore a heart feel the touch of respect the more a rose shall bloom in full with respect and yet the more the air is fill with respect or it's the angel of respect.



Thus where there the moon for there is the angel of respect to touch a heart with respect but when one look to the sky for one see the eyes of the angel that sparkle in the sky but yet for every min that one see the eyes of the angel the more respect will fill a heart with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus it's the heart that wish for the touch of respect yet when the sun touch the sky for one shall see a bird that will touch the sky with respect for he bird that one see is the angel of respect and yet the more the air is fill with respect for it's the angel of respect.




Just to feel the breeze is like being touch by a rose that is in full bloom that the angel of with respect but to the family respect mean a lotto the family that fill the air with respect every min that the bird touch the sky for the bird will sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet the more the bird sin the more one will feel the touch of respect but for every bird that touch the sky is the bird of the angel and yet the more the air is fill with respect for it's the angel of respect.

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Well good morning to all the people that come here just for a good cup of fresh cup of coffee just before they have to be at work but when they feel a warm smile that says welcome to Star bucks.
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