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Feb 2014
"Yes i'm cold, and so very angry.
Never having a word to say,
no one ever to know whats inside of me.
Central Park is my home, and i'm welcomed to stay.
A tour guide with a handful of people visit me day after day.
You may think i'm homeless. That's not the case you see.
I'm just a statue in a New York park, where the birds make
a mess of me."
I always thought of the Statue named "The Thinker" And what might be on his mind...
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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