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Ballad of the Bullet Train Pup

She’s young and wild, a furry spark, The queen of chase at Inwood Park. With legs like springs and eyes that gleam, She’s every squirrel’s flying-dog dream. A brown-white flash, a comic blur, You shout “Go fetch!”—you answer her. She doesn’t wait, she teleports— Defies all common doggy sports! The ball takes off—she’s gone before,…

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The Solitary Song of the Woods

At dawn, I part with my little one’s smile, A fleeting warmth that lingers awhile. Through city streets, I tread alone, To where the river sings in undertone. The Hudson calls with a silver gleam, Muscota whispers like a distant dream. Through Fort Tryon’s ancient grace, Inwood’s trails, my heart’s embrace. The trees, the benches,…

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