Woodside

Woodside, Woodside,
Where you can find all races, ages, and cultures in sight,
Some happy little ones with their smiles so bright,
And some strangers’ gloomy faces oh so fright,
Yet, the next generation holds their pride.

Woodside, Woodside,
The blend of religions, jobs, and beliefs,
Asia meets Latin and Irish ‘good time’ all beneath,
With tolerance and acceptance,
Jewish, Christians, and Muslims live in peace.

Woodside, Woodside,
During rush hour people dash like wind,
Yet, those five-cents collectors patiently wait in line to cash em’ in,
Barbers in uniform skillfully shape the hype and make the scene.

Woodside, Woodside,
Graffiti skin of art signifies it all,
Woodside walks of lives stand proud and tall…

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