Our Man in Europe/davedelacroix/the NAKED Planet, No. 21: "No Regrets..."
...WHY are your eyes smiling, my love?
Is it something - in our love -
that I cannot protect?.. POSTMEN
no longer deliver letters. They all shot each other
down at the depot!
Maybe U read my E-mail? Maybe
I should read yours? -And, I WOULD,
'cepting, between lunch and "happy hour"
there's not a lot of "focus" time; mornings
of course, being MUSIC LAND
are out of bounds and, way past supper-time?
-THAT'S "Israeli Occupied Territory: My
very own foreskin will testify to that!
So tell me, my Love? Just WHY
are your eyes singing? Are U pregnant?
Do I have to get a REAL job?...
c 2014/April/davedelacroix/piacenza-Italy...
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