Union....

It's a New York style I'm not used to
It's one I normally run and hide from
I'm not used to the attention
I'm normally the one fading away to nothing
I freak not knowing what to do
My words get away from me
All I was referring to was the New York style
And I was only telling ONE that understands
Now only time will tell
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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February 19, 2009 at 10:38 AM
Corrine, I used to live in New Jersey. Is that close enough to understand the "New York style"? As a New Jersey transplant who has been educated to lose her accent, it's always amazing that folks can tell I come from an urban area. We walk, talk and even think faster! Great poem, Carolyn
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