=BROTHER TODAY I SAY THA TRUTH= That time is here when i flood your gates with wide wishes and truth. First wishes of peace and love. The truth escapes from off of me heading straight at you relax, Im taking it slow... I am the latest bluesologist paying your lobes with coins of clear jingles, they are corgi but i pray they mount up to your awesome attribute which i see not its zenith. Orator, i call you the wealthy wordsmith weaving the world in nectars of paradise. Corny craftsman, who makes the pen his canvass painting words with memoirs of angels. Heaven was broken into the loot; a thousand truck loads of ornamental words sealed in cellphonanes of sapphire, that was you. Wrapping them on your tongue gave you out. It has been with you since then. Lucifer has nothing on you. I am proud that despite his attempts to cage you in, you instead keep adding more grain years to spite him so today i say, may your days be merrier may your smiles be longer, and your garment of grace, i love it, when despair comes make sure you stab it with this spear - the illuminating essences Daddy gave you, for if we are not armed for battle we will be fighting the wrong war. You will always shine you can fly if you want to, heaven permits that look around, after all you made away with heavens treasure chest - words. For Jim Noel Smith My brother in words n slate.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 12:23:18 +0000
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