All those Nike feet
Pound the black tar street
Busily bundled in bustling herds
Where too many words
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I love to visit NYC, but would never want to live there. Seas of people rushing everywhere, but they all seem to be alone. She stood quietly, a rock in the stream of human traffic flooding down the street. NYC really needs a cricket.
You have a true poetic genius. I like this poem very much, specially your rhymes.