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On The Bayou

Let down your tangled hair Momma,
and give that Cajun cookin a rest.
And listen to your Man On The Moon sing,
croon his very best.
Cricket choruses in grass gazebos
will join in the serenade.
While Mr. Bullfrog lays the base line,
as the lazy cyprus bends and sways.
The trees are whispering their caresses,
and the magnolias perfume the air.
let the music of the bayou
wrap you in it's arms, take you unawares.

Meloo/Melissa A Howells Copyright 2005
I love New Orleans
For all of those who did and didn't survive Hurrican Katrina--animals always included.

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On The Bayou