A stroll, a wander, a loiter
He stretches beyond the town square
Wraps himself around trash cans and street lamps
Dogs bark at him
He's scared of them
So, he pulls back his progress
The city, now all empty, is rather gloomy
Our NYC rope man
Long gone, thanks to the canines
Your legacy will live on
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