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Created on: March 22, 2010
It's the city, that never rests;
All the taxi cabs, is what I remember best.
People by the millions, it's the melting pot;
Winters are chilly, the Summers sizzling hot.
The Statue of Liberty, can be seen for miles;
I have been in awe, since I was a child.
Whether you love the Yankees, or hate the Mets;
All those championships, you have to respect.
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