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Manhattan by night (Free verse) by bondjedi
Woody Allen never calls anymore, too busy
I guess
with an orphan bride. Oh well,
who cares, he's not really funny anymore
maybe he still plays the clarinet
Up in the Hundreds, how did I end up here?
Oh yeah, I have a thing for the puertoriquenas
have you seen any?
-Get lost, whitey!
Hold on! I know a good place to get black-eyed peas,
it's around the corner, by the OTB
Let's pretend it's the eighties and get
all coked up and wear suspenders
Trump can't do a thing legally if
we touch his hair. Just tell him that you
have a hot sister who's dying to meet him.
They thought they were destroying something,
late summer 2001, but they ended up
creating the impossible: a brand new neighborhood
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