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We says our r's as 

"ah"s.

Tough.

Bostonian-bred, to the bone,

We work hard and play hard

Class versus crass

Blue collar meets Blue Man Group,

We train

We fight

We are Boston; Celtics, Red Sox, Patriots.

But in the darkest hour

We were kings and queens

of Massachusetts

of America

of the World.

They messed with the wrong city. 

 

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Comments (2)

Willow
<p>It seems like the people of Boston have such a strong sense of pride of their state and patriotsm for their whole country. &nbsp;I really admire it.</p>
Willow
<p>I absolutely love this poem and the way that you wrote it.</p>

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