The Manhattan Bridge.
Peering over the railing we could see the Brooklyn one down
the river. That one was like the prettiest cheerleader who was sure to be chosen as
But the Manhattan Bridge was definitely the poet or the artist or the trombone player in the band, the one who didn't look like she had stepped out of a teen magazine.
No. The Manhattan Bridge was the bridge that would, while pretty stayed pretty and got lots of attention, go far and do great things.
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