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                             Elocution       3/29/19

As I write what I speak thoughts float, coast, and smoothly drift across my mind trying to decide on what vine to climb, what story deserves the honor of being shared with avid attentive listeners hanging on the edge anticipating every next word that combine to form cleaver encrypted phrases as my eyes gazes into the audience's eyes never looking  to the ceiling staring at the pupils of their retina until they are hypnotized and physically paralyzed by the frequency plus the vibration of this vocal spoken vibe speaking out loud with vehement elocution so no one confuses my verbal constitution to what my pen and I are constantly producing;
Predicting the future by properly preparing today, practicing my craft, working on my gift of gab…I guess it is time to drive home another written verbal ink and tongue whiplash!!!


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Elocution 3/29/19

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