On Gloucester
Welcome to Gloucester, a city of once great traditions.
A city where our heroes were once the brave fishermen are now our drunkard sports captains.
A city where art was once seen as the great works of Fitz Hugh Lane or a finely crafted schooner is now rapping behind a computer screen or a "perfectly" rolled joint.
A city where our women were once strong and beautiful, but now they are just girls hunting for sex and alcohol.
A city once revered as a place of close bonds and hearty people now has a renown of heroin addicts and pregnant tenth graders.
Gloucester, I love you and it is true that you have changed, but I have one question for you...
Did it always have to be this way?
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