The Mountain Of Respect Is The Mountain Of Happiness - Poem by Raymond Sawyer
Thus for where one go to feel the touch of respect but when see a bird thus one wish for the touch of respect for it's the bird that will show the mountain of respect but when one the mountain of happiness is where one will feel the touch of respect every heart that wish for the touch of respect shall feel the angel that will fill once heart and yet the mountain of respect is the mountain of happiness.
For when one see a mountain of respect for once eyes will sparkle like the diamond in the night sky for every twinkle is the touch of respect thus when one feel the touch thus one will see the angel that fill where one see the sun for it's the angel of the night that one feel just to feel the night breeze is like feeling the touch of a rose but when one feel the touch of a rose for there a bird that will touch the blue sky with respect and yet the mountain of respect is the mountain of happiness.
When he day for the sun raise thus one will feel the warm smile that will shine like the morning sun and yet for one will a every birds for it's the birds that will sing for a heart that wish for respect for where there a warm smile for one who's heart will feel the touch of respect and yet the mountain of respect is the mountain of happiness.
Every min that one wish for the touch of respect for one shall feel the touch of happiness for its the angel that touch once heart night after night the more the stars shine for one shall see the moon light of life to feel the night breeze whisper in the air is like feeling the but yet the mountain of respect is the mountain of happiness.
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