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To cross the Cambridge bridge with no smidge of melancholy

Softballs and crimson falls and green line trolleys

No need to pack those cashmere sweaters or knitted scarves

Though deprived of her gourmet danish she'd just assume starve

Who will wade through the maze of gazers to spur you on

As you pass in the parade or run in the marathon

Or motion you near whilst sipping beer and aiming a camera phone

Carousing on a harbor cruise as pickled kisses are blown

Her friends descend from the north end

To share in a welcoming espresso blend

Pretend to comprehend why she should upend her existence

And separate herself with such a stifling distance

Shrouded in the loud crowds in thick summer air in Kenmore Square

With passionate post game partyers charged with cheer

Bowling seven strings at Kings for girls' night on the town

Then drinks and wings at Clerys as the evening winds down

Fabled table spreads cradled in thoughts of Anthony's At Pier Four

While crashing waves permeate the days seldom numbered before

Farewell hugs to college chums leave her privatrely numb

So glum despite a plumb job and sun-spun days to come

As traffic snarls along the Charles she fears of missing her flight

She'll rummage through her luggage for freshly-baked delights

The back bay gym where she flexed her limbs and tasteful urban flat

Fading as she looks sadly back at her Boston habitat