the night they tore her down

when she was born

i wasn't even in sight

when she was 53,

i was just coming to be

from the beginning

i feel in love very quickly

all thou it was a mental love for me

if i was a pro i could of had her physically

the moves and passes she had all the greats

her games are gone

but her memory will forever live on

i've loved her and always will

when i was there it was my biggest thrill

her colors so black gold green and white

the boston garden past present and tonight

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the boston garden 1928-1995.. you're forever missed by those who remember you

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