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The crowd roars. Out comes the king of the ring. His silk robe draped over his massive shoulders, He is looking for a fight. But beneath those big gloved hands are the hands of a hero. The hands of a man who never thought of just himself. The hands that put George Foreman on his *** He floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee, Yet nobody will ever top The Great Ali. To my hero, and my father’s hero. Rest well.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
The Great Ali
The crowd roars. Out comes the king of the ring. His silk robe draped over his massive shoulders, He is looking for a fight. But beneath those big gloved hands are the hands of a hero. The hands of a man who never thought of just himself. The hands that put George Foreman on his *** He floated like a butterfly and stung like a bee, Yet nobody will ever top The Great Ali. To my hero, and my father’s hero. Rest well.
I wrote this to thank Muhammad Ali for all that he has done.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:38 AM UTC
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