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Sep 2016
I hate resorts and I hate vacations.
I hate birthdays, I hate celebrations.
I hate pop radio stations and I hate cajun seasoning

I hate New York I hate the feeling,
I hate being a tourist I hate sightseeing.
I tried being happy I tried doing the right thing,
Until I tried smashing through the glass ceiling and broke my hand on the concrete.

I thought an apple a day keeps the doctor away
I figured out that he's just running late on the subway
first draft, will continue it, thoughts?
I recently visited New York with my family. These are my thoughts after seeing the Big Apple.
Noah A Baker
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Noah A Baker  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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