Did I know ya? Did ya serveme beignets and chicory
coffee down on th' banks
of th' mighty Mississip?
Or were ya that homeless
Veteran that asked me for a
dolla so ya could get
yoreself sumpin t' eat?
Or were ya th' little kid
with th' great big eyes
peekin shyly from behind
th' safety of yore Mama?
Or were ya th' guy with
th' Cajun accordion playin
such sweet music that
set my feet t' dancin?
Name sounds famililar ...
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman
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