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Black & Blueby Elizabeth Burk
In the always bluesy
sometimes boozy ever easy Dixie stop, where shuffle down shoes strut a high steppin' hip be-bop comes the rising water, slippery slosh, blues and blacks on burning roof tops By the dawn's early light through the woozy blue sky, o say can you see the blackened water's rising high, in the blue blue hoo of the hurricane's eye, the never ending mud-flood black-blood true-blue sky-high bye bye city blues. First Published in LOUISIANA REVIEW Spring 2007, Volume 5, Page 47
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