The earth may not be flat,
But New Orleans is.
Swamps surround the city built on swamps,
A city ever sinking but never sunk.
We walk on water, you might say,
Though perhaps not by faith.
We have no hills or mountains,
Just a dome and some mausoleums
Set against splendid sunsets.
Live oaks canopy our parks,
And streetcar tracks connect us
In a city where East and West mean
North and South
And our architecture speaks
Many languages.

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