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Southern Comfort

We took the trip to New Orleans
A weekend of new pleasure
Watching spangled wonders, harlequins
Not quite prepared for Mardi Gras

Admired wrought iron balconies
Gardens with crumbled fountains
Bars showcasing the local jazz
Until the saints came marching in

We left the city of my reveries
And headed to her fragile home
A plantation fallen on disrepair
Still standing after all these years

I leaned from the balcony
The wind hot, but still it eased
I realized she found her dream
And would do exactly as she pleased.
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