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| I love this river & her strange Louisiana land - |
| She's the morning queen of diamonds |
| Tranquil flowers in her hand. |
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| Born to carry kings along the cottonwood trail, |
| Her dreams somehow diminished |
| Though her glory never paled. |
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| As tarnished silver, her glow is hidden well, |
| Yet her still brown waters |
| Hold us all in her spell. |
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| She's not the lusty ocean, no, not at all, |
| & should I, careless, leave her, |
| Lesser values will have called. |
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| Copyright 1978 BA Cohen |
Copyright 1999 - 2008 BA Cohen, BAdeSigns
