The Mountain Of Respect Is The House Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The Mountain Of Respect Is The House Of The Angel Of Respect.



Thus for every mountain is the mountain of the angel of respect but when one see a house for one will wish for the touch of respect that will touch the heart for one who wish for the touch of respect thus the mountain of respect is the mountain that will touch every heart but for some where there a heart that wish for respect and yet the mountain of respect is the house of the angel of respect.



But yet for every mountain that one see shall feel the touch of respect for it's the house of the angel of respect for who's heart is fill with the touch of respect but yet for when the sun raise for one will see a rose that is in full bloom that been touch by the angel for who's eyes sparkle in the sky with respect the more one see the mountain of respect the more the birds that one see will sing for a heart that wish for respect and yet the mountain of respect is the house of the angel of respect.



Yet for one who see the mountain of respect for one feel the touch of the angel that touch a heart but when one feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that will warm once heart yet the more one wish for respect the stronger respect will get but just to look to the sky for one see a bird that will fill the air with the touch of respect thus every min that a bird touch the sky with respect for a heart shall feel the touch of respect and yet the mountain of respect is the house of the angel of respect.




To feel respect for one will wish for the touch of respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the family that fill the air and the more mountains that one see is the house of the angel for who's heart is fill with respect for one who wish to feel the touch of respect some where on the mountain of respect feel a whisper in the air thus it's the angel of respect that whisper respect and yet the mountain of respect is the house of the angel of respect.

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Well good morning to all the people that come here just for a good cup of fresh cup of coffee just before they have to be at work but when they feel a warm smile that says welcome to Star bucks.
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