Monday, December 13, 2010

POEM:The Big Easy

Trumpets blow with soul

With a goal to know how much time you will be staying

Not worrying how much they will be paying in a way of saying we care.

Not knowing about here or there , just now and how to make a day of troubles become

a rainbow tub of bubbles and pebbles with love in a pot of gumbo

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