Bill Withers Fan

Being willing to be the best waking up music fan by the waitful and faithful, big miracle of the morning on the blatantly wet weather of the Saint Sunday

I woke up.

My hope was just

with the trust, of Mr. Bill’s music is my friend, inside of “the belt of the rust”

his come up album I left off the previous night, had the weather strides “sell the humans the gusts”

I knew that I had to make it to church

and glued to my wakeup listenship fads I was glad to give Mr. Bill’s words,

a listening urge, a stream from Earth, and the weather was about to bombasticaly wage and surge.

The Nerves of myself got ready for the big day

Myself with a popular music splurge, and grandma is a soon to be retired nurse,

knew that it was time to pray

The Dakota Dodge We Then Went In

And The Hope From Our God Was Our Holy Roller Pidgin

- Avalon Dakota

- 4/16/25

- 10:12pm

Bill Withers Fan

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hope it inspires people and pessoas alike, the ladys and germs bound for Sunday night will always have grandma's hand's as a guiding force within their lifetime.

I still have to come back to this post in order to clearly update the poetical content but I hope that it clearly represents my admiration for his music and "B,W" words for my overall poem. lol.

Thank You.

Avalon Dakota

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