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by Staff Writer
To you, Mr. Stelley
a doomed young San Franciscan
Who is now one of my ancestors from Life
Taken down in your Prime
Before you could make your woman your wife.
Before you could procreate a child
Graduate from college
who had made no comittment to create a Crime.
To you who are now a memory
A bad boy memory to the coppers
who shot you down
without a cold-bloodied frown.
Who emptied their holsters
without a breath of hesitation.
Shot down, Like the animals you loved.
But you were her sacred Son.
I Salute You! Mr. Stelley
-Ms. A Faye
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