On an Island of five betwixt rivers three Liberty's torch welcomes thee. Bite the apple, see the sights; buildings rise to varied heights. Buzzing people zip around; trains rumble underground. Time circles in a square, people rush everywhere. Hudson sailed upon this shore, cast his line in its lore. Here is where I lived before the Begonia House knocked on my door.
Where am I referring to? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
I gave you a clue!