New York

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The aroma of the coffee,
A scent so divine,
It's freshly brewed,
A new day, a new shine.

A new beginning awaits,
A chance to be great.
I bask in the light,
Feeling all is right.

Sitting in the shade,
Pleasures I've made.
​​​​​​​At Central Park,
In New York.

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