i consider, as the hallmark of my individuality, my lack of knowledge and any ability to comprehend 'silver lined-dark clouds.'What i know of are Clouds Reigning Silver,What i know Downpours Of Diamonds disguised as Raindrops that form and (re) present Soul. A Rainy Day does not make me cry,for it is Jam Master Jay cruising by with Kurt and E Z smiling wide delivering my allowance from God.and in Comanche Land where Big Mellow Body Rocked, the Thirst Of Parched Earth is Quenched in The Dance of One Drop.and 'tis with Jest i complain 'The Day is too HOT.' But how can it not, when Breed and Diddley, got the same day off asCamouflage and Muddy; so even MaMa Pearl's Hollywood done took the day off THE AVE, for the undercardgot Uncle Al and Frank Sinatra v Nat King Cole and June Carter (btw Johnny in charge of the betting window)Peter Tosh, Janice Joplin, Howlin Wolf, Karen Carpenter and James Brown are seated in the section reserved forHummers of notes Acapella full of The Silent Strength before Thunder Sound. ( and that aint even where the rowdy at)for Alapati, Buddy Holly, Ms. Bessie Smith and Lady Day, outside Paking Lot Pimping in Cadillacs thatLangston Hughes, Gwendolyn Brooks, Ill Will, MC Trouble and Otis Redding just valet.Proof You cant take Artistes anywhere, for where ever You think, The Hot Jam is, WE ALREADY THERE! e.o.f.d.
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