Sunday, April 18, 2010

Poem #17 - NYC

Yellow cabs filling the street,
People moving quickly,
Not missing a single beat.

Stores are open until midnight,
Unlike the rest of the cities,
Whose doors are closed tight.

This is New York City,
Where people are indeed very witty,
Where fast-paced life is the way,
Almost each and every day.

The End

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