As The Red Sky Slip Into The Night. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one see the red sky yet the red sky slowly slip into the night thus one shall feel the touch of respect every moment the red sky slip away the more the stars of Star bucks could be seen and yet for there a angel of respect that will fill a heart.


For every night one who wish for a good cup of fresh cup of coffee for the family of Star bucks shall whisper the name of Star bucks for who has good fresh cup of coffee but yet one wish to taste a good cup of fresh coffee just to see the moon for one see the angel of respect.


Where there a angel for there is a good cup of fresh coffee every min that one think of fresh coffee the more one want to drink yet for the night breeze shall whisper the name of Star bucks for it's Star bucks that has fresh coffee o taste.


For every taste of fresh coffee thus every cup been fill with respect for the family respect is special to the family and yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect every red sky for the night slowly slip in for the family of Star bucks.