The Morning Sun Is The Sun That Been Touch With Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
For when one see the morning sun raise to the blue sky thus it been fill with respect and yet every min that one see the birds for the birds is the angels of respect just to feel the sun is like a walk in the park on a beautiful day but yet he morning sun is the sun that been touch with respect.
Where there a warm smile thus one will see the morning sun that touch the blue sky yet every min that one feel the sun is like feeling the touch of the angel for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect for every rose for one shall feel the smile of the angel for who's eyes is like the diamond in the night yet the morning sun is the sun that been touch with respect.
Where there a sun shine for every rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but to the family of Star bucks is the angel of respect for every touch there a warm smile hat the family have when the sun was fill with respect but the morning sun is the sun that been touch with respect.
When the moon raise thus one will feel the light of life for life mean a lot to he family of Star bucks for it's the stars that will twinkle in once eyes for every twinkle here a lily that been touch with respect and yet for every warm smile for a star shall sparkle in the night and yet he morning sun is the sun that been touch with respect.
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