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Sep 2016
hell intersects at carondelet and bourbon sweatsheened street speakers lambast lucifers gates where grimy undercover angels lean to sleep and slumberpray the word of god sweeps through the concrete beat only humidity speaks while the spirit sings praise praise praise
The feeling of walking Bourbon Street in September.
Lindy
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Lindy  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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   Doug Potter and jdotingham
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