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I remember when I took a train to the city Half way through the journey the train stopped along the Hudson. And just for a moment I looked out on the empty expanse of water The rippling reflection of the sky
Cages thrown deep into the Hudson The fishermen smoke stogies on the pier I fear- that I might get sick for the air is thick with the stench of smoke and chum  It stabs at my nostrils on my morning run
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