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Un Jour J’Irai à Detroit ! — A monologue for the Reverend Al Sharpton
The King Maker Sessions.
A little prayer for you, LTD.
Gospel readiness for the soul presents…
in association with
A band en parts y temamaste Mando:
Un día yo ire por Detroit to see about a girl.
Shaded with the best brand of indifference, French indifference —of course— Carmen was snubbed for the first ten years of it’s representations, some of which took place in front of the best kitchen in Paris (La Soupe Populaire)… casí esquina con Saint–Sulpice, and if you buy the wiki-chisme that Bizet (the composer of the faena) kicked the bucket shortly after the 33rd representation of Carmen in France, Eye will sell you a beautiful BRIDGE between an Opera about nothing and an Opera about Italians, or some (verismo) like D.A.T…
Anygüey, Elise Jordan, what exactly do you Knowles about an Habanera, eh? Probably the same as an Aretha fan knowing that “Amazing Grace” was filmed (without a “clapper”) which relegated that documentary to the Hollywood vaults until three months after Ms. Franklin’s death, and yes, Mick Jagger was there, —at the New Temple Missionary Baptish Church in Los Angeles, California, not by Aretha’s side when she passed away.
On the occasion of, “the first person of the African diaspora (USA) to be named…”,
the President of Cannes, or something like that, a spiked lee joint presents:
Efeméride, March the 3rd, 1875 — The French invent your Destiny, child .:. https://asegovia3.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/48681D2B-0CAE-4186-BE5D-B57690FFEBA6.jpeg 🎬 And, Reverend Sharpton, if you can hear Chi–Rac sample the ancient Lysistrata by Aristophanes, then you, Sir, know what this stoner is brewing right up for your congregation… and no Ari Melver, it has nothing to do with The New York Times, Michelle Goldberg having to disclose her husband’s (hold) on the Warren front, our monologue, Reverend, has nothing to do with the battle of the sexes.