"Dear Dixon" I heard alot about him... His gentle, loving ways... Occassionally I saw him... Though seldom were the days-- I got to see first hand All these things I'd heard so much... From those who loved this man-- And knew his special touch... Perfectly... He gave... Perfectly... On a given day... He'd fill a room With his special way. Slowly I did learn- What Dixon meant to ME... A caring, giving soul... To friends and family... So perfectly... He gave... Perfectly ... On a given day... He'd fill a room With his special way. His "air" was soft...so sweetly mild- He never pushed nor shoved-- Complacent just to be a part Of a unity of love. Rarely thinking of himself He GAVE sincerely.... Truly all he had to do was BE... Because he... Loved perfectly...Birth sign: Pisces
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