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By: Cedric McClester Back to the beginning I mentally retreat To a city called Boston 40 Warwick Street Some memories are bitter Some were sweet But they equal out On my balance sheet Occasionally When I chose to talk About summers in Boston And Winters in New York I remember being at My great-grandmother’s knee In Boston, Mass She was Granny to me See that’s how I spent My formative years Between New York and Boston Steady switching gears A product of both cities Or so it appears Back when television sets Had rabbit ears Grammer school in New York High school in Boston Are some of the things That my mind gets lost in There’s more I could tell About What’s In-between That I haven’t mentioned Like what I’ve seen Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved. Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
40 WARWICK STREET
By: Cedric McClester Back to the beginning I mentally retreat To a city called Boston 40 Warwick Street Some memories are bitter Some were sweet But they equal out On my balance sheet Occasionally When I chose to talk About summers in Boston And Winters in New York I remember being at My great-grandmother’s knee In Boston, Mass She was Granny to me See that’s how I spent My formative years Between New York and Boston Steady switching gears A product of both cities Or so it appears Back when television sets Had rabbit ears Grammer school in New York High school in Boston Are some of the things That my mind gets lost in There’s more I could tell About What’s In-between That I haven’t mentioned Like what I’ve seen Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved. Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
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