Words of wisdom from a black intelligentleman. Come for the humor, stay for the diatribes.
“My dear child. You are the poem I dreamed of writing, the masterpiece I longed to paint. You are the shining star I reached for In my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled. You are my child. Now with all things I am blessed.”
Happy birthday, 9YO 10YO.
Peace.
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July 28, 2009 at 11:47 pm
Britni TheVadgeWig
Look at that ugly dude sitting with that cute kid in the baseball uniform.
July 31, 2009 at 8:14 am
Jen
I love this. Especially ’cause my son turns 10 in a few weeks. He’s absolutely gorgeous – just like his daddy!
August 4, 2009 at 5:41 am
CP
He’s gorgeous. Like his daddy.
This was a beautiful post, D.
Come to my blog! I want you to see pics of my grandaughter!
yes…I said grandaughter. Don’t hate on an old bitch. LOL