A city new, yet still not fresh,
a city old, yet still not crumbling.
A city of wonder and fright,
A city as old as is it was bright.
For I would know,
seeing it through others eyes.
Seeing the new and old,
seeing the horrible and joyful.
Such is the city of New York.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A simple poem, as I dodnt know what to write about.
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