Poem: New York Choices.
New York Choices.
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It was a day of change
In the New York sunshine.
Did she take the necklace
With the blue and pink enamelling
Or leave it there because of doubts
Leading to regrets upon the morrow.
Is it not like judging the vagaries
Of vicarious feelings, against
The strong needs of acquisition,
Sometimes ending in accepting everything
In order to regret nothing.
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