Grab the horn and sound loudly
Us warriors of 6th avenue!
you waitresses, you cabbies
you students, you accountants
Stomp your soles loudly
and shout to the sky
Us warriors of 6th avenue!
you computer techs, you firemen
you couriers, you teachers
Breath it loudly
and proclaim your yalp
that today is here!
And stop...
...and look
And stop...
...and look
For a brief moment
see me, see them
in this secret minute
You are in my life
and I in yours!
See us here!
Us warriors of 6th avenue!
Each with pages of past
and unwritten days of future
the millions of stories
will all have as this chapter
the same words
Us warriors of 6th avenue!
you tailors, you brokers,
you nurses, you lawyers
Hang loudly from street lights
on every corner
Dance and see me spin upon this one brick
It is now and here and this bright sun and our loud avenue!
Us warriors of 6th avenue!
you craftsmen, you mechanics
you pilots, you actors
Wrap yourself wholly, bathe and devour
and drip it loudly from your lips!
It is ours
and never again to be the same
Us warriors of 6th avenue!
At the tender age of 35 our fiercely intrepid, and quietly handsome hero, Lunchbox Willy, was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer. With a song in his heart and his loyal sidekick Pogo Pete at his...um...well...side, Willy continues to fight for justice, peace, and proper grammar. Pogo Pete is the sort of fellow that will ask you to darn his socks, and then leave the milk out. Lunchbox Willy is strong, clever, and I should mention, handsome. These are their stories.
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