Love you, Spencer.

Though I might not have met you , I care for you.
And for all those you’ve introduced me too.
Brady, Ben, Bill, Willow, Lea, Libby, and so on.

So long, all of you. I promise, i’ll be there in August, to celebrate together, a soul that still rings loud.

To The Lyricist,
Always grateful, Spencer.
Somehow,
One day, I know
We’ll succeed to share that beer.