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I can feel the sun warming my body and the universe telling me that it is sorry, the clouds are rolling by and the burden is lifted from the sky. The traffic is rolling and the birds are signing the people are dancing to the music in the town. It is the music I want to hear and the message that I have to share the people are moving about and my spirit is crying out. The climate has suddenly changed and rain has diverted into the train the skies are getting brighter and the people are getting merry the negative energy is fading and the donkies are braying and the dogs are running around in the town and vendors and shoppers are looking at them with solemn frown.

Play the music and fill my heart with gladness, play the music and wipe away the sadness, take me to the mountain top and minister to me in words, and show me the lynchpin of the world. Warm my heart with a speech that no one dares to compete. Don’t be afraid to mince your words with power that is about to unfold. I can hear Martin Luther King Singing and shouting in his grave and crowd around singing a glorious hymn. The salves have risen up in the cotton field and they too were chanting and singing and celebrating in the field, the cooks were happy too they were walking with their pudding pan and spoon and the men are wringing out the cane juice and enjoying the evening boost 

 History is about to unfold and courage will take me around the world. Follow me to the mountain top with all the strength that you have got, follow me to the mountain top to feel the cool breeze and listen to that mesmerizing speech. Winter is dancing around and they are wearing long gowns, they have braved the rain and the cold standing in long lines that meet and connect to the sky, young old middle age and the brave are standing at the gate. The fear has decapitated and icings is all over the cake.

I can feel the warmth in their sprit and the smiles rekindling in their
 dish, their motivation is strong and they have spread their wings all over the land. How good and pure it is for you to come in, the weather is fine and traffic is cruising around in a line. I can hear the sound of the flute bringing back memory of my youth, the bird are standing in line singing a song that is divine, it is not a Christmas song, it is lyrical song that is appealing .Come and mingle me, come and join the evening spree get into your car and go on the road with wisdom and courage before you grow old. The day is appealing.
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