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Saying Goodbye to New York

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You were mine but now youíre not.
Secretly, though, you still are Ė arenít you?
 
I know I left you, New York, but letís face it,
the break-up was mutual.
ďDonít let the door hit ya on the way out,Ē
you yelled, as I drove away in the U-Haul,
the cockroaches waving me off.

Jessy Randall

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