Nola
there is a street in new orleans
it as a certain name
girls in feathers men they drink
the whole lot down the drain
there is a drug in new orleans
the strongest one can get
heavy users everywhere
they call them spotted cats
there is a soul in new orleans
dragging every single step
partir c'est mourir un peu
don't want to die just yet
Nicole de Jager
August 2018
Copyright © N. De Jager | Year Posted 2018
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