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Walking In Sneakers With The Road

Down In New Orleans

Like always, I walked in sneakers with the road. The road, where someone walked and laughed through. Or stopped and cried out.

Long time ago, someone talked to me about the tree, which can eat a man like the huge tuba.

Down in New Orleans, those trees are still making love on the road.

The road, where a thousand people looked down when the party was over, on their way home.

And now, who takes care of the street babies?

As I walked in sneakers with the road, I just brought them home to call "Ma family".

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