Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix,....Country Matters.
...She WAS a good time Gal, she drank, drunk, Whiskey. SHE was a Good Tyme Gal.
She was JUST LIKE that Movie, BABY DOLL. Real THANG, a Good TIME Gal, a Gal U could TRUST, a Buddy...So I fell in Love, age 13, mostly Weekends, out in the WILDS, Country Matters.
CHORALE!!!!
Heavens to Bettsie
my UN/sound GONG!
Went to the EAST
gone WEST<
YO U Traveller, who pass on by
as Nothing Lived...
Even the LOCALS know the rest.
She was a good kid. YO! My Buddy C.C.in my same Class. We swapped Conkers, Collected Cards, Marbles. Stole each others School NOTES. Exercised the Horses nearby the local Golf Course off BRINSWORTH LANE FARM...
DAD had a Putting Green. Neighbors had a Putting Green.
Graduation. A hole in one. At SCHOOL....I Passed.
HER best bet was to marry some Scumbag who owned 3 Bars in Sheffield. Which she did.
SHE and ME. Our mysticism, methinks, still prevails upon the School Playing Fields... That Belladonna, JUST LIKE A WOMAN, who opened my eyes and enjoined the passion of Youth, some KID, equally, flailing, SCREAMING for Life-s Cheap Trick!
c2018,davedelacroix, LORD BORGO.
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