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shirley hedrick

(May 25,1946 / Pekin, Illinois)

Happy Thanksgiving Day Baby


Happy Thanksgiving Day Baby

Thanksgiving day is here again, and I'm sharing it with my loved ones
I thank God for everything, And I'm here again this year. But I'm missing one thing.That's the man I love so dear.God will see us through this day,
I hope and pray he'll be with me next thanksgiving day.I give my blessing for this special day.And I hope my man is doing the same.I know were apart this thanksgiving day.But were together in our own little way.Say your blessing and thank God for everything.I hope you have a great day
Happy Thanksgiving day baby

11/20/2010
Shirley Hedrick

Submitted: Sunday, January 22, 2012

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