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By chris Date: 2005 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2005.07.29.00.58.2835]] |
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new orleans you say is a dream of a city a whisper of a place existing somewhere in the heat haze and barely lit by lamplight made blurry by too many hurricanes and frozen drinks fortified with rum and plentiful native sugar everything's sweet here everything's subtlety and hand in hand we walk the french quarter your hair wet your face flushed there's no rush still we sip our drinks slowly and linger on bourbon street until we can't stand it before walking back to our downtown hotel taking full advantage of everything imaginable on our king size bed except for sleep too risky anyway in a city of the dead |