Deep in the bowels live those of great influence
Lindsay would dance upon the surface of New York
For all the world to watch as he walked Harlem's streets
Gave the unions all they wanted and almost
Birthed a bankrupt city in the process of
Small trade offs in the quest to be a President.
It was the school tearcher's pension fund ultimately
That saved The City.
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