Thursday, August 27, 2009

Fat Tuesday on a Thursday

I walked for some time that night but I could not tell you for how long.
As the night came I heard it strange, a sound which became a song .

It had to have been a dream ,I boarded the 915 and came upon a sight so wrong,

A row so endless and splendid with entrances

and there he was...the frame-less semblance who sang that song.



location:Fat Tuesday-New Orleans By Gos

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