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Latimore - Let's Straighten It Out. Laughing OUT LOUD!!!

Still BEAMING!
All aGlow!
World, please consider this song, one more reason to know,  that IT IS ALL IN DIVINE ORDER!
We are ALL engaged in a super,  mysterious World,  of Spiritual Warfare.
The year was 1974,
I had been totally spoiled,
made a Princess,  by my grandfather,
ROME WALTERS!
A very kind, wise sage,  that never denied me anything,  I asked him for, 
No, Never.
Anyway, somehow, my manipulative,  secret nemesis,  had talked me out of a very prestigeous, Graduate School.
I ended up in Nashville, Tennessee,
"teaching" social studies,  in a Junior High School.
Sharing a two bed, one bath,  apartment,  with another Fool, a "fellow fool", if you will.

My first mistake was moving in with her!
Second, agreeing to share groceries, each , cooking "dinner", every other day.
(LORD, I'm remembering, laughing, and screaming at the same time.)
I did the first meal, ribeye steak, baked potatoe, some vegetables, I set it out!   I'm preety sure I included Cool Aid.
This Bitch! Cold, soupy ass Rice! Cold ass, cooked too death, mushy ass,  Cabbage!
That was it!
Our whole fucking meal!
(As it turned out, the skinny ass ****, only ate meat, once a week, unless  someone else paid for it.)
Wouldn't you know it, she started hording food ! The food I bought, and paid for! Claimed I was drinking the Nestles Chocolate , too fast.
That's when IT happened!
I picked up that black wrought iron skillet,
I was ready, prepared to swing,
too late.
She fled the apartment.
Frustrated, I called my GrandDADDY,
no words, no judgement,
every penny I needed to move,
to keep me from committing homicide,
my loving GrandDADDY, Wired to me!
Stood in the Gap! Again!
My point (?)
The HOLY SPIRIT MAKES INTERCESSION
I am proof, a living witness!
BEAMING!!!

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