The Train Ride Is Like Being Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The Train Ride Is Like Being Touch With Respect.



A lovely night for a train ride and yet one hear a whisper in the air for every whisper thus it's the stars that whisper the name Star Bucks for Star Bucks is the place that has respect the train ride is like being touch with respect.


Where there the stars of Star Bucks when one hear the whisper of the name of Star Bucks yet every cup of coffee for one hear the name Star Bucks.


The train ride is like seeing the stars of Star Bucks the more one hear the name Star Bucks the more one feel the touch of respect but yet respect is like feeling the sun the train ride is like being touch with respect.


For every touch of respect the more once eyes shall twinkle with respect of the stars for who is the family of Star Bucks but every min that one try a cup of coffee one feel the respect is like hearing the stars whisper the name of Star Bucks.


The train ride is like seeing a special star with eyes that twinkle with respect for every rose is he rose of Star Bucks and yet once heart being touch with respect.

Saturday, November 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: than-bauk
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Well another busy day the stars that have to be here to keep the business going by showing the respect that they have for people
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