NewOrleans
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‘Twas an ill wind blowing on that August day.
‘Twas a portent of what was headed that way.
All saints and sinners, aye ye better take heed,
of the storm they called Katrina.
She's the most beautiful thing you could ever see. From her long black hair to her beautiful smile and don't get me started on her body.
Your street lights are so bright .
Jazz and Alcohol and Death
take over at night .
Your street hold so many
secrets that
will never be told .
Ole NOLA
Sometimes being quiet is the best way to learn.
Like its always been said open your ears close your mouth, open your eyes and see what others cant.
