The Cities, They Each Have Their Song/New York

New York,

a living, breathing giant, a towering giant,

built of dreams and hopes and a handful of stars,

New York has a life of its own.


New York,

a pulsing, throbbing soul, a heartbroken soul,

made of alleys and subways and Yellow Cabs,

New York has a rhythm of its own.


New York,

a racing, running pace, an unmerciful pace,

made of time clocks and schedules and ticker tape,

New York has a clock of its own.


New York,

a  hustling, cussing lady, a street-wise lady,

made of brass and class and sophisticated sass,

New York has a style of its own.


New York,

you take her on her terms.


The End

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