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1938, the year I was born;
Ivor opened his fish bar door,
At the foot of Madison Street on Pier 54.
We laughed at his commercials as we drove in the car,
Listening to our favorite songs on KJR.
We stood on the sidewalk alert for the nod,
To holler our order for chowder and cod.
It was usually cold, windy and raining,
But it was worth every minute, there no was complaining.
We would go inside when we had a big date,
But the food wasn't as good when served on a plate.
I still go to Ivars and join the crowd,
Standing on the sidewalk hollering my order out loud.
Time changes things, it always will,
But at Ivars Acres of Clams time has stood still.

Editor's note: Upon the advice of counsel (me), Mike wishes to state that:
1. The fish on his wall was not stolen from Ivars;
2. The fish was stolen by somebody else; and
3. He does not, and never did, have the alleged fish.