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The Park

At the end of a tiring work day
I took a walk
South, about
Forty-ish blocks
And found myself in the North Woods of 
Central Park 
The sky was blue
The air was chilly
But the sun was warm 
The apple trees were in blossom
The bluebells and the lupines and tulips 
Were all out on display 
The brown stems of the trees have begun sprouting leaves of green
I pinched myself to think
I now live within walking distance
Of this historic oasis
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