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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