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Brooklyn Cyclone number nine 
Is not ready to decline 
Clipity clop it climbs 
Into the blue sky where the sun shines 
Until it turns orange while enjoying evening wine 
There is magic in the air 
Summer loving with the one who cares 
Flashing lights all around 
Tradition of a rural community fairground
Instead this is on an island 
Architectural feats worth admiring 
Outside the big city 
That never accepted any pity 
National League remembers the past 
Mets audition potential players to cast 
As all the cotton candy melts 
Everyone with a hot dog can’t tighten their belts 
In the middle to a season 
Enjoying weather supposedly pleasing 
Where relaxation is the reason 
Cousin Brucie 
Has rocking facts that are juicy 
About that Palisades Park 
That was a long trip for the late Dick Clark 
Brooklyn Cyclone number nine 
Takes the big drop right on time 
Screams are heard 
By the flying birds 
Down on the beach 
Where NYC is in reach

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