As Gently as a Warm Summer’s Breeze, We begin to Sense Something Wonderful at Hand – Step 5
“You ‘ll be wonderin’ whut ‘s de reason I ‘s a grinnin’ all de time,
An’ I guess you t’ink my sperits Mus’ be feelin’ mighty prime.
Well, I ‘fess up, I is tickled As a puppy at his paws.” (The full Expectation poem
by Paul Laurence Dunbar below on the Zonr post.)