By A. Michael Tupu
Fifty two avenues
Ring low that solemn sound.
You grab me, when I sneeze
Like a bad, stew-peed hound.
I won’t be scared to soar
Because you will catch me.
When the sky spits a roar
I’ll be you, you’ll have me.
Fifty two boulevards
Tweak my heart, and I smile,
For you’re my leotards
Let’s dance, love goes a mile.
You hold me, I’ll hold you,
Worry not, I’ll take you.
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