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Ode to the Cosmopolitan
The city Is my highest ideal, Of humanity, Even with its bustling crowds, Indifferent to one another.
The city Seems to be, What tight-knit communities Often are not, Electric, exciting, Unpredictable, Fascinating.
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The city Is buzzing, With the myriad lives, Of busy bees, From different hives.
The city Extends its roots, Beyond its own land, And as a result, Bears exotic fruit, That it nourished by soil, Across many grounds.
The city Is a stage, In which the miscellaneous acts, Are anything but, Just players.
The city Is to me, The pleasure of sharing a smile, With a faceless stranger, That you will never see again.
- Anon
