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Wednesday, September 21, 2005


   this is sumthing my friend wrote from new orleans
My New Orleans

Old folks with life's yokes,
listened to the devils jokes.
Water just like a rabid hound,
ran my people to the ground.

Big easy drowned and upside down,
man I miss this dying town.

There is no house in New Orleans,
gulf by god has swept it clean.
In the city where no one works,
good times gone and left for worse.

Hand me down my walking shoes,
seems I lost all I can lose.

A bottle of gin and worn out cot,
the heavens await for whom have not.
Waters rolled in and drowned the cries,
of government cheese and social lies.

No beer no beads or laughing girls
gone is the city that once grew pearls.

Walked my levee many a time
only to leave it all behind.
I'm moving on oh wont you learn,
hold your head when it's your turn.

Big easy drowned and upside down,
Man I miss this dying town.


-Brent Oren Langlinais September,2005 '

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