New Orleans

New Orleans short poem

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Well I’m a heading back to NEW ORLEANS
Tonight, gotta get out of this one horse town
And back to Bourbon street where the night
Life is hot to trot in the big city lights and the
Music keeps you on your feet and the vampires
Could be just about anyone you meet…
Just hanging out in the French Quarter and
Having a good ole time, it depends on what you’re
Looking for that depends on what you will find…
Reading of the cards, a drink or two at this bar, a
Drink or two at that bar, or just a one night stand
Take your pick it’s all there like liquid gold running
Through your hands and that’s why I’m heading
Back down to NEW ORLEANS, the city of dreams
Down in NEW ORLEANS, NEW ORLEANS!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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