Abby Davidson
At some point back in Madison,
I crossed paths with a lady named Abby Davidson.
We like the same things so it's kind of a shame,
That I can't remember more than her face and her name.
We could've rode bikes across state lines,
Could've protested with homemade signs,
But if fate will have it, we'll meet again someday,
Prolly on two wheels, far from the highway.
We'll listen to music, exchange favorite quotes,
Create memories that won't decompose.
Until then Abby, I'll go my way, you go yours.
Cheers to environmentalism and more bike tours!
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