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The Best Day Ever


Harsh winds blowing through the air,

Freezing you with every step you take.

The sun was nowhere to be found;

That even a detective could not find it.

 

Many people shopping in stores,

Coming in and out as they get bored.

Because of various smells of food in the sky,

The people in the restaurants never say goodbye.

 

There are many people staring in awe;

Their impatience forces them to eat it raw!

There is almost every store in this city;

The other stores I pity.

There are so many things to do;

Your friends won't be looking for you!

 

Harsh winds blowing through the air,

Freezing you with every step you take.

The sun was nowhere to be found

That even a detective could not find it!

 

This place is quite something.

Welcome to New York City.

 

 

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