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"ls this explicit can it be more than just a thought a true story within each letter place. Together in a line in a single line, there's Glory post haste. I just want to tell you right now I remember when I was a little boy and my mother used to make homemade soup. It was hot so very, very hot. Completely made with many,  many different vegetable carrots, onions green veggies and beets, potatoes, celery and just a little bit of beef meat. Flavorful, spicy Oh and so, so very hot temperatures hot O so HOT, HOT, HOT. She was stirring the pot. Of boiling blazing seasoned in flavored Oh! I remember it barely not. My mother would make homemade soup. She would have sometimes made homemade pasta shapes into alphabets. Dumplings she would call it, How cute my daddy would call it, mulligan stew a very large soup bowl placed on the table in front of me . I surely knew what to do. Scooping up this delicious hot meal into my bowl in front of me. (Those days are not gone ) I remember her telling me so WWhat are you doing as I'm saying loudly into my bowl .. hush-HUSH to my  SOUP.
 Mom would say don't blow your soup like that, don't hush the soup Mom says What's wrong with you. You know better to do that, 
I don't like that. Do not hush the Soup. I would then say mom where is my freedom of speech, cause you to see this soup more loud than hot. So I'm hushing it speaking it quiet. 
Now older a grown man now, mom and daddy have gone now instead of floured salad pasta letters with God's creativity I envision I envelop put together my cryptic letters from co-created thought placed in my memory box. I digress I process.
 I create words that maybe sometimes bless. Some 168 hours ago approximately,  I was enveloped in a train of thought sharing in creativity with my God. The words that I brought together now creativity from the brain. Through The Eyes through the mouth. To the hands to the fingers letters, words sentences place together. A variety the poetic styles someone crushed the soup 168 hours ago. I don't know if it was man-made,  biological, freedom of speech terroristic plot or accidental. All I know is you can't stop the letters.You can't stop the words, you can't stop the truth. I envisioned I'm a lifetime member of the poetrysoup. In my hospital bed disable sickly in truth. Pen in hand mouth and tape recorder on, a paper by my side.  And to my dying breath or if I'm blessed. To see Jesus come down from the sky with His Angel's. Christ am I that liveth living breath I confess  I will still every day forever and always,  write the words. Those words you read some are uncouth some bottle in the truth. Some inspirational some dilute. I will always write poetic inspirational verses co-created by my God .You see you can't quiet to Soup  You can't hush the soup  in truth No matter how hot the matter how spicy or what we do to dilute my thoughts my words my writings you can't delete You can't miss speak you see you can't quiet the soup. These things I write now. And for always you can't hush the soup.
 I'm proud member of Poetry Soup 
Dedicated to all the supers right you're right even if you think it's wrong be poetic and kind Praise on praise on write~

Remember brothers and sisters remember my darlings you can't hush you can't Crush you can't silence the soup you can't hush the truth you can't silence to soup write ON!!!
Remembering always they are words and praise and praise and words

Always free right copy and protect you Works before submission this is the truth all the works you submit to Poetry Soup"

A dedication to each and every poetrysoup member past present, future


7/25/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.© 2020
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