Dear Mr. President:
At the next inauguration, I have one, simple request. PLEASE ask any prayer givers to refrain from refrains such as:
We ask you to help us work for the day when black will not be asked to be in back,
When brown can stick around,
When yellow will be mellow,
When the red man can get ahead, man;
And when white will embrace what is right.
Perhaps Rev. Lowery was embracing his inner Dr. Suess (or maybe enjoying something mind-altering?)
If that request in unobtainable, my second request would be to ask the poet/poem person to not include references to "boom boxes."
And please include at least ONE rhyming set of words.
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Come on Joyce, don't be so boring.
p.s. The weather was 80 today. Absolutely beautiful. What was your weather like? Just wondering...hope your not freezing or anything.
Maybe I could do a little rhyme for the next inauguration. After all my, "sista from the same mista" was pretty catchy! How about:
Obama, Obama
Where is your mama?
You rhyme with Osama
And also big Llama!
How's that? I think that'll work. Give them my number and I will start work on it for next inauguration, you know, try to put something really meaningful into it. Something about how Obama can make change. Yeah, that's it, I'll focus on change. I hear he's REALLY into that.
I don't remember hearing that, but then I was in and out with Jacob.
Do you ever read my blog?
I was just checking--usually you have so many intelligent comments that I'm sure you don't know which one to put down. :) I look forward to your blah, blah, blah. :)
P.S. Besides, you forget, this is my contact with the outside world. :)
SERIOUSLY!!! That prayer made me batty!!! I was a disgrace to all prayers. That may be harsh. But come on. Oh well I guess I should be happy that they at least say a "prayer".
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