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Then here's to the City of Boston,
The town of the cries and the groans.
Where the Cabots can't see the Kabotschniks,
And the Lowells won't speak to the Cohns.
-- Franklin Pierce Adams

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold.
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the pres

🐳 -- 🍖 -- 🚘 -- 😺 -- 💚 -- 👑 -- 🎄 -- 🕺 -- 🐠 -- 🍆 -- 📒 -- 🏀 -- 🔋 -- 🍇 -- 💛

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