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Missing New York City
It might not be a small town, but my hometown, beats them all. Just have to close my eyes and see it all before me, because no matter how far I roam, New York City will always be home. I see neon in my mind, the bright, shiny lights of Times Square, the busy, teeming streets of Broadway, always want someone to give my regards to them for me. I see the skyscrapers and the stores, the traffic’s blaring horns, the people rushing to and fro. til they have nowhere to go.
By Rasma Raisters4 years ago in Poets
