I met him when he was 49 or 9
and he wasn’t yet a father,
but he was working on it. The way
he fought and attempted breeding
was impudent. JQA and I
sitting around in powdered
wigs, muskets, oak
tables, and mead. So yes, thank
you very much, I do get it. I was there.
I'm going to try and write a poem, dumb or not, each day on a random person. A person of the day. These are unedited and posted right after being written. Oh, and I'm going to try to not be mean to the subject in any of them, because that would make this easier.
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Ha!
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