Central Junction on the Westside
Was where I got my start.
There, off Highway 80,
My life was to embark.
In a sleepy little shanty,
'Twas my family and I.
We were very, very poor;
As poor as Poor Man's Pie.
But with such an humble start,
Where could life have led?
The hidden twists and turns
Laid in the road ahead.
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