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Betty Jo My sweet friend and warm love, A precious angel from up above, Fulfilled dreams and my thoughts, Precious love to me she's brought. An angel to me this precious girl, My heart spins in its total whirl, Precious moments that are few, When I'm away from her I am blue. She will soon be my sweet bride, A heavenly angel gracefully divine. I've been blessed from God above, To have Betty Jo's good sweet love. Did I say she is still my wife today? 43 years we have not parted ways. I love her more today if I must say. Much more than I did yesterday. BY: Kings
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