For those of you who (lucky you!) have never been here, Newark, New Jersey, is a rather unpleasant festering boil on this lovely green Earth.
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There are no trees.
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There are no lovely lyrical evenings spent in parks, sitting on the swings, gently swaying back and forth, and having wonderful discussions about the hows and whys of the world.
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I am definitely of the opinion that the world is infinitely more understandable with a warm companion on the swings.
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I mean, what's the point in being happy and cheerful when you look our your window and all you see is dirt, asphalt, and tall buildings?
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There is not one single cow in all of Newark, NJ.
That's criminal.
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In fact, Newark is such an unpleasant place, there are not even any places you can lie down in the green grass and look at the stars and the beautiful moon, and dream.
Not one.
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The very instant I graduate, I am running off to a nice warm friendly park, with swings and those little bouncy things on springs that you can sit on, and possibly even a slide to slide down.
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I think I'll stop venting now, because I'm getting depressed. Thank you for listening to me rant on about Newark. If you really like this program, send me a postcard of a nice beautiful countryside. I'll be forever grateful.
