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NY Cameo
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Tom Kitt
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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On the train last night
An evening in the light
Penn Station I was bound
Indian native sounds.
The band was in full swing
Organized trampling Penn
Instruments of wind
Lore from ancient things.
I rose to meet the street
Bitter cold, moving to the beat
Taxi's flying around
Pregnant purpose reads the sounds.
I caught her vacant stare
Homeless in despair
Freezing in the night
A lonely troubled sight.
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| Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU |
11/19/2007 |
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Outstanding depicting... In the capital of the illusionary richness all under hypnotic trance mingles to give reason to slave living.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
10/25/2007 |
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NYC is jammed packed with people living their lives. It is amazing what you can "see" just being there.
Very good poem, makes one really think.
Peace, love, and Light,
Amber "V"
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
10/25/2007 |
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Pregnant purpose reads the sounds. loved this line-an interesting and stirring write-
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
10/24/2007 |
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Very descriptive! Yes, I have been there many, many times and do remember it all well. Very vivid piece....
Be safe,
Karen |
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