Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, ... The Devil-s Thief.
*dedicato, Rosy....Runs the bloody BnB up by Castello LUNA....
..A Devils thief.
Kid, by a costume, Dancer to some...KIDS!...They bawl!....then YOU BAWL! Then the kids shut up...THEY DO....They Understand....and, maybe care.
PADRE at MADRE, yell!!! And there-s NO end of the KIDS bawling... No Bawling! No Bawling! No Bawling!
Uh uh..Bambini in PAIN, no RAIN to wash away that pain, a sickness, passed on, a bairn, a babe, a bambini, dead... the wreck is total, no God, no Life, a devils thief... Kid, by a costume, a Dancer to come...no longer.
KID, KID, KID, by a costume, Dancer to SOME!!!! And when next it rains...a CURSE upon the Devils Thief and all and sundry. And just WHO in living DEATH will hear our cry, better still, our sigh....kid....by a costume. And WHAT Child begets a Child to its premature destiny, we discuss over coffee...like a Devils thief.
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca, a town that has experienced its own...and many sadness's.....Sicily.
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