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Bourbon in the Morning Balcony sitting and coffee sipping on a quiet foggy morning my new bride sleeping inside, Bourbon Street, I love you. On a quiet foggy morning, I was accompanied by morning sounds. The clip-clopping of carriage horses, sweeping of sidewalks, silence. My new bride sleeping inside, I take a steaming mug, slip through french doors, look upon still life indescribable. Bourbon Street I love you, though now you slumber by dawn's rays, in an hour you will be the party I remember from yesterday's revalrie. |
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