Biased in Atlanta..
We'll take on Atlanta, some day,
and Charleston too,
the treble clef still rocks all night
on market street, and borboun scented smoke pours out into the dim lit streets, and iron gates and quiet fields of those at rest, so that the night may life on and ON...
thanks again, Lotus..
though flattery can get you.. well,
ok, maybe it can.. *snicker*