When I first met you, I cried.
Looking upon your silhouette, I wondered.
Reading your articles, I wanted to know you.
Searching for hours, I would find you.
A traveling boxer, just breaking into fame.
A husband, a father.
She moved from Pennsylvania to Oregon, and was your demise in 1902.
I moved from Pennsylvania to Oregon, and I will remember you.
A decade younger than her, but I feel the responsibility heavy on my shoulders. The resemblance to me, uncanny
She took you to your grave and I will celebrate your life.
Why did it have to take this long?
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
When I first met you, I cried.
Looking upon your silhouette, I wondered.
Reading your articles, I wanted to know you.
Searching for hours, I would find you.
A traveling boxer, just breaking into fame.
A husband, a father.
She moved from Pennsylvania to Oregon, and was your demise in 1902.
I moved from Pennsylvania to Oregon, and I will remember you.
A decade younger than her, but I feel the responsibility heavy on my shoulders. The resemblance to me, uncanny
She took you to your grave and I will celebrate your life.
Why did it have to take this long?
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