For Where There Respect For There Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every night the moon shine and yet one see a lovely angel for who is the angel of respect but when one smile thus the sun shall warm the heart that wish t feel the touch of respect yet some where the smell of fresh coffee that one wish to taste for when one feel the breeze that whisper the name Star bucks.


Night after night thus the breeze whisper the name and yet one wish to taste the fresh cup good cup of coffee and yet it's Star bucks that has good fresh cup of coffee but the stars that one see is the family of Star bucks the more one taste good fresh cup of coffee the more one wish or a good cup of fresh coffee.


For where there respect for there angel of respect and yet angel of respect wait for a heart to fill with respect thus Star bucks is the right place to go for good fresh cup of coffee but when one see the angel of Star bucks thus one shall feel the touch of respect in once heart for where there respect for there angel of respect.


Every touch of respect thus once eyes shall twinkle like the family of Star bucks some where angel of respect wait to fill a heart with respect but yet just to see one in the moon light is the angel of respect for every fresh cup of coffee thus it's been fill with respect for where there respect for there angel of respect.