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Happy Heart Is A Heart With Respect.

Where there a heart with respect is the heart of a star that is the family of Star bucks but for every star there a warm smile that say welcome to Star bucks yet o feel the respect shall fill a heart with respect.


Thus every star is the star of Star bucks that has respect for every cup of coffee that one get for it been touch with respect for respect is something special to the stars of Star bucks just to hear the stars say hello.


A beautiful day to see a warm smile thus when the family of Star bucks smile for the smile is saying welcome to Star bucks can i help you to feel welcome is like being part of Star bucks family for their heart been touch with respect.


Every min that one taste a good cup of coffee thus one taste the respect that the stars fill a cup of coffee with or who wish to be touch with the stars respect may once eyes twinkle like the stars that has respect for the stars respect is something special.


For one who wish for a angel thus one get the angel of respect for the angel of respect is family of Star bucks every warm smile that one see shall shine like the morning sun that fill the air with respect and yet the stars is the family of Star bucks.


A happy heart is a heart that been touch with respect but yet for every beat of once heart is like the beat of love but when one wish for a good cup of coffee it's Star bucks coffee that one will taste and yet just to look to the night sky for one see the stars of Star bucks.
 
Raymond Sawyer

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Where There A Star Thus There The Angel Of Respect.

For every night one see the moon but what one see is the angel of Star bucks and yet every touch of the angel thus once eyes shall twinkle like the stars in the night sky for one who wish to taste a good cup of coffee yet Star bucks is the place for a good cup of Star bucks coffee.


Thus every star that one see shall twinkle the name of Star bucks when the light of the moon shine thus one shall see the angel of respect for who will fill once heart with respect just to see the twinkle in the night is like watching the set for the family of Star bucks.


Just to taste a good fresh cup of Star bucks coffee is like being touch by the family of Star bucks that has a lot of respect just to feel the warm smile of the family of Star bucks for one feel the respect of the sun that warm once heart.


Night after night one dream of good cup of Star bucks coffee and yet for one who sleep thus one dream of Star bucks for every cup of coffee been fill with the family of Star bucks respect for respect is special to the family of Star bucks.


For when the night wind whisper the name Star bucks where there a star thus there a angel of respect for time after time the angel of respect shall fill the heart of one who wish for Star bucks fresh coffee.
 
Raymond Sawyer

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For The Family Of Star Bucks Thus There A Special Star.

When one look to the night sky for one see the family of Star bucks but yet there a special star for one shall see the special star that is known the angel of respect for it's the angel of the night that will fill once heart with respect.


When one see the special star thus it will be the moon light that will fill the night sky with respect but every rose that one see shall be fill with the touch of respect and yet respect is what the family of Star bucks have but it's the smile that will warm once hear.


Every star that sparkle in the night sky for the night is clear that one could see the special star for who's heart is full of respect just to see the moon light is like seeing the beautiful sun shine that been fill with respect.


Where there happiness for one will enjoy life for life is special to the family of respect and yet for every star that one see shall sparkle wish to feel the touch of respect but yet for the family of Star bucks thus there a special star.


When the night breeze whisper for it whisper for the angel of respect for there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect yet when the moon light shine for once eyes shall see the angel of respect but for the family of Star bucks thus there a special star.
 
Raymond Sawyer

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Someone From Home

When I was a child we always went to church but only once a year as a family.

My father would rise every Sunday and attend the 6: 30 Mass, then come home and read his Sunday paper, every word of it, section by section, saving the obituaries for last.

My mother would stuff my sister and me into our Sunday best and send us off to the Children’s Mass at 10. It was a short walk to the church and times were different back then. We were children but safe in our little neighborhood of brick bungalows where neighbors kept an eye out for strangers or anyone or anything that looked odd. The south side of Chicago in the Forties and Fifties was blue collar, little villages teeming with immigrants and very peaceful, except for the occasional fight that might break out in a neighborhood bar.

After sending my sister and me off to church, my mother would put the roast in the oven, ask my father to keep an eye on it, and she would go to the 11: 15.

This was our family pattern, even on Christmas and Easter. I recall not one variation.

But there was that one day a year when the four of us as a family went off to church together. And that was on Good Friday when we walked to the church, my sister and I in front, my father and mother right behind us, to attend the Stations of the Cross at 3 p.m. Not a word was said as we walked those few blocks. But I was impressed by this family event because if it was important enough to get us to go to church together, I figured Good Friday must be a pretty important day.

The only other time we went anywhere as a family was an Irish wake. Chicago back then was not only home to the Stockyards filled with cattle, swine and sheep. It was also home to large groups of immigrants. And my father would always want the family to dress up and go to an Irish wake, hoping, as he so often said, to meet “someone from home.”
 
Donal Mahoney

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