My audience is intimate to many, so I hear
ringing, as if singing an angel’s praises here were clear,
and heard in every word you read. I write, and might suggest
supersonic phonics say, “My Angel is the best
mother.” Although other mothers surely fair quite well,
they are not in this room, nor do I shudder when they yell.
ringing, as if singing an angel’s praises here were clear,
and heard in every word you read. I write, and might suggest
supersonic phonics say, “My Angel is the best
mother.” Although other mothers surely fair quite well,
they are not in this room, nor do I shudder when they yell.
No man is an island for most of their lives.
Some have got friends, while the others have wives
to fill spaces where friends would have been
had nary they tarried to marry. Amen.