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This was written while walking the French quarter in New Orleans.

The bewitching hour is set andDelphine LaLaurie mansionwill have visitors no fret . This town reborn from flames and floods and still nothing to regret . Old souls walking the stone paths in thirst for a smile . Bourbon street sweating with crowd and melody every mile. These streets have a tale to tell. Let there be beignets and flavor to dwell. Until we meet again old friend. Lots of great memories in my mind to spend.