To Sail Is To Sail In The Arms Of The Family Of Star Bucks. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Just to sail n the moon light thus one sail with a angel of respect that will fill once heart with respect thus one think f tasting a good cup of fresh coffee but one is on a moon light sail the more one think of fresh coffee the more one feel the breeze whisper the name Star bucks.


Thus every min on a moon light sail for one could see one with a good cup of fresh coffee but yet he more the night breeze whisper the more one want a good cup of fresh coffee for who shall be touch with respect for the family of Star bucks is the angels that twinkle in once eyes


To sail is to sail in the arms of the angel of respect hat shall fill once heart but yet for the moon light shall shine upon once face yet just to feel the moon light for what a lovely night for a moon sail the more one sail the more one think of good fresh coffee to sail is to sail in the arms of the family of Star bucks.


Where there a breeze thus the breeze shall whisper the name that have good fresh coffee and yet the name that the night breeze whisper is the name of Star bucks night after night one hear the voice of the angel of respect that says Star bucks.