Yes, and more of a late, late night or early morning when there is hardly a soul on Bourbon street and the only thing attacks one’s senses is the stench of urine, beer and gin rising like ghosts from the cracked sidewalks… If that time of night catches you there the only thing you can do is dance your way out… Cheers Pat and have a great Sunday!
Grazie a te per la bellissima poesia
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Piacere e grazie a te Flavio!
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Very nice
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Thank you so much Sir!
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Really evokes a rainy Bourbon Street evening, Francisco.
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Yes, and more of a late, late night or early morning when there is hardly a soul on Bourbon street and the only thing attacks one’s senses is the stench of urine, beer and gin rising like ghosts from the cracked sidewalks… If that time of night catches you there the only thing you can do is dance your way out… Cheers Pat and have a great Sunday!
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You bring the picture to life, Francisco. A wonder poem in the making. Reminds me of Steinbeck’s description of a Cannery Row.
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Thank you Pat. It was a fun and also a place filled with friends, New Orleans…
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It’s a place most people like.
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Absolutely 👍🏻
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Muy bonito.
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Saludos azurea20 y muchas gracias. Feliz día.
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Love your poem!
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Thank you so much Dawn!
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