New Orleans
New Orleans
New Orleans
A time of sorrow at least it came
[by wind] and not by hand of man
to give ones life is hard enough
to lose a city by God's command
at least it's not so rough
the way of life at your command
is flooded.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
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