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A Save From That Boston Block


Getting prepared,for the rest of my life, is a blind action. Entrance exams, transcripts, and acceptance. Completeing applications for college while in conversation with mom, Her guiding hand was a save from that Boston block. It could have been me, There with a blown off leg, There for orientation, for Berklee's music I said. You see, music is my life, but God and mom are higher Mom was a save from that Boston block, From my musical desire. It could have been me, One that lost my life But I chose the right school, It made my life feel right. I'm at a loss for words. I was in a state of shock, because I had a save, Mom was a save, God was a save from that Boston block
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