As a child at the young age of three, I watched a man fight on T.V.. He said I'm the best, and you all know the rest. A man called Muhammad Ali. Well I watched this fine sport with my dad. As a young girl I turned out not bad. Sharring quality time with my dad made it fine. The pleasure alone made me glad. On this young girl Ali formed an impression. I saw through his heated aggression. He believed in himself. And it gained him wealth. His kind eyes show it in every expression. In my mind I can still see him prance. Sparring to his ole shuffle dance. For I hold so much grattitude, for this...
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