Beale Street Poem by anteaus berryhill
Beale Street
The love of Beale street.
The fine lights that shines at night.
When the sunlight hits the flowing Mississippi river.
The sweet and tender tasting rendezvous BBQ.
The blues and jazz that makes you move.
The fireworks that sparks in the sky on the fourth of July.
The feeling of Beale street that makes it so hard for us to say goodbye.
That feeling is so sweet and I will always love Beale street.
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