New York Poem by Bull Hawking
New York
I remember New York
With my exhaling a cab
You were there....
we took a ride
And a pack of nabs
drank someone else silly
Still made it to the church
After the bird flew the perch
You offered fresh peaches
on the first park bench
I obliged with keelbassa
If that's even how it is spelled
We had a good time
Avoided the wine
And returned every year
like a salmon
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