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A pigeon, feathered and aged, city sad, cauliflower beak inclines, one footed begging on parallel alleys, speckled with aromatic leaves, green coated rows of tired benches. 2 Winter seems postponed by the congregation of the salvaged bronze Sphere iconized then as tandem joggers steal the dragging autumn sun peaking through semi-nude wooden limbs. 3 Wind gusting gently over checkered, glassy peaks brings canopy rumors, whispers: unlikely Pier “A” and Lady Liberty, foliage of barkless tourists Chinese artists of Hudson River pets, pantomime, and flag fever.
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