Oh bowling alley, how you are majestically rising to the sky,
and I sometimes wonder why.
Where there were once fields of wheat,
there shall be funky-smelling feet.
I can see my future in bamboo lanes,
a turkey I shall try to tame.
As a younger lad, Grand Central was where good times were had,
where pitchers of ale flowed, no time [...]
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