To Drive Is To Feel The Touch Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

or one who drive in the night shall see a star that will twinkle the name a of good place for a good fresh cup of coffee and yet one think on what the twinkle say to one driving in the night thus one see other star for here a breeze that whisper the name Star bucks.


Thus every twinkle that one seen is the twinkle of the family of Star bucks where there more stars thus a moon hat has the angel of respect and yet just to smile for once smile shall warm once heart with respect for every min that one see a star thus he family whisper the name of Star bucks.


Night after night or the breeze whisper the name thus a star twinkle in the night sky every min that one feel the touch of respect the more one wish for a good cup of fresh coffee for where does one go yet the breeze whisper the name Star bucks here where the family live.


For when the sun shine thus every rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but yet for when one smile thus the sun shall fill every rose with respect just to feel he sun is like feeling the touch of respect thus to drive is to feel the touch of respect.