Tribeca Poems - Poems about Tribeca

...Now, if I this model And she just bleached her hole And I get bleach on my T-shirt I'ma feel like an hole I was high when I met her We was down in Tribeca She'll get under your skin if you let......

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...I have a dream. No, not that kind of dream, a different kind – a girl kind. And no, not that kind either. A love kind. Who is my dreamboat? That would be Aubrey Plaza. Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey. Excus......

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...Across the River, West 'tis that at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano & not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits of visage, resplendent......

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