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silk toes, bed time storys, all in barefeets, |
| ?you hear it, listen!??Nostrils blown wide, barefeet?outreach'd on the floor, and you may, even smell it!?Its?the?cadence formation, permeat'n, of?the?quiet place?in you,?reveal'n a destIny, be true!?It's resonat'n, like atmospheric brick break'n, detonation!It can't be stopp'd, not by any, even if forgot.??Indisputable,?THIS, greatness in You.??To some quite difficult, to truly imagine, or describe like colors over canvas mystified, or in words,?testifi'd, how wonderful friends like YOU, are!?So if I may. or if might, a?tuson's sunrise?of your time, I'll give'it a try!?This magical, boot fling'n, deep in earth, rocky mount'n crackl'n, bedtime story being?verbaliz'd here after!??Yeah, that kind!?Like donald duck grov'n up, as the ratpac stears him uP, with Olive' ole,?big band swing'n, with new wooden shoes, produc'n a 22nd sintri syGmRphOoOnVy!?As?the strings of BB king, through?silk toes, of Janet Jackson, stepp'n!This sound from within you, is hoped to forever be, if you please...your friend, Robert Foster |
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