Just hit me, I might be one of them, two of those , & three of whatever you wanna call it. Some say imma dog, they call me a trick, a liar, a whole bunch of shit. To them they dont know me only of me. But to my agenda. Tomorrow mark my 7th yr anniversary. Can I get a hand clap, head slap or some dap? Lori Taylor-Dixon you know what it is, what it aint and what they say. Thru it all you my best friend. My homie my lover my whole; my wife. You complete me in so many ways. Even when I slip you got me. When I fall you pick me up. I shovel shit for you, do a bid for you. For you I die for. For you I will. Lets paint the city my color, Purple but let the sky be yours, Gamma blue. Happy anniversary! Cheers to you, to me, to us. For given me a chance. Ive been your angel. You been my wings. Now what it do. Its been pass two times two times five. And we still face to face chest to chest saying what it do. Thats something! Love you Mrs. Lori Jene Dixon
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 02:47:56 +0000
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