Ours
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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