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Dropped off the intersection of Delancey Street and Allen Street,
That was a very special and irresistible chance,
So I happened to came to Big Apple again this year.
Rather taking a little rest at the corner Starbucks,
I was so resolved, even kind of undetermined before the trip,
But when I stepped unto Manhattan,
I just knew that it was not a decision merely from impulse.
After some brunch with the girls who came along with me there,
I started my adventure, alone but not lonely one.
Everything began with my first subway ride on my lonesome,
From the Central Park to the morning Time Square,
Through my favorite road in New York "Broadway,"
Crossing above the luxurious 5th Avenue,
To and fro up- and downtown over the 7th to 9th Avenue.
There was not too much thought stuffing in my head,
But I just let feelings leading the tour to be my air guide,
Paying visit to the interesting Museum of Sex,
Passing by Columbia U, NY U and the New School,
And eventually I decided to pause at the West 4 Street.
I took a short break in the Washington Square,
Then, my attention was attracted by Barnes & Noble,
Which is said the biggest solid book store of the world.
At pretty last, I sneaked into Christopher Park in Greenwich Village,
Showing my highest respect to the Gay Liberation Monument within.
Stepping farther around the Sheridan Square,
And walking slightly and slowly block by block,
There are so plenty of interesting but mysterious spots for seeing,
The lesson was taught by the words carved on fences:
"The gay activism was born at Stonewall in 1969,
When a group of regulars made a historic stand against raiding police!"
That was also the corner I had my very first Chinese supper.
In deep evening, passing by a small apartment named "CArds StORe,"
Which was right on sale for the whole store,
The owner told me that it was going to close in one week.
"What a coincidence!?” when I knew that it was a sort of old one.
Since the subway system of great modern cities is what I adore the most,
I made a crazy shopping of everything little stuff covered by route maps.
Prior to leaving from my favorite corner of the downtown,
I roughly picked up one bar to consumer my last minutes in New York.
That was Monster @ West Village, somewhere blew me away.
It was a piano bar, full of people, with many topless men as bartenders.
I would say that was really cool and sexy on one hand,
But warm, calm and quiet on the other.
...
On my way back to the Chinatown Starbucks as appointed,
I saw the last touching sight in Manhattan—"Tiles For America"
That is very sweet deep inside the heart,
When you read the cards loaded with citizens' wishes.
Thank God, that is the best virtue ever examined and evidenced...
That was a very special and irresistible chance,
So I happened to came to Big Apple again this year.
Rather taking a little rest at the corner Starbucks,
I was so resolved, even kind of undetermined before the trip,
But when I stepped unto Manhattan,
I just knew that it was not a decision merely from impulse.
After some brunch with the girls who came along with me there,
I started my adventure, alone but not lonely one.
Everything began with my first subway ride on my lonesome,
From the Central Park to the morning Time Square,
Through my favorite road in New York "Broadway,"
Crossing above the luxurious 5th Avenue,
To and fro up- and downtown over the 7th to 9th Avenue.
There was not too much thought stuffing in my head,
But I just let feelings leading the tour to be my air guide,
Paying visit to the interesting Museum of Sex,
Passing by Columbia U, NY U and the New School,
And eventually I decided to pause at the West 4 Street.
I took a short break in the Washington Square,
Then, my attention was attracted by Barnes & Noble,
Which is said the biggest solid book store of the world.
At pretty last, I sneaked into Christopher Park in Greenwich Village,
Showing my highest respect to the Gay Liberation Monument within.
Stepping farther around the Sheridan Square,
And walking slightly and slowly block by block,
There are so plenty of interesting but mysterious spots for seeing,
The lesson was taught by the words carved on fences:
"The gay activism was born at Stonewall in 1969,
When a group of regulars made a historic stand against raiding police!"
That was also the corner I had my very first Chinese supper.
In deep evening, passing by a small apartment named "CArds StORe,"
Which was right on sale for the whole store,
The owner told me that it was going to close in one week.
"What a coincidence!?” when I knew that it was a sort of old one.
Since the subway system of great modern cities is what I adore the most,
I made a crazy shopping of everything little stuff covered by route maps.
Prior to leaving from my favorite corner of the downtown,
I roughly picked up one bar to consumer my last minutes in New York.
That was Monster @ West Village, somewhere blew me away.
It was a piano bar, full of people, with many topless men as bartenders.
I would say that was really cool and sexy on one hand,
But warm, calm and quiet on the other.
...
On my way back to the Chinatown Starbucks as appointed,
I saw the last touching sight in Manhattan—"Tiles For America"
That is very sweet deep inside the heart,
When you read the cards loaded with citizens' wishes.
Thank God, that is the best virtue ever examined and evidenced...
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