Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... WEST of the Red River.
*dedicato Rex Moser.
JEEZE! A gotta stone in mah shoe! Anybody!!! Nobody!... BEE/sides, I-ma born Complainer. Nuttin- RIGHT, UN later, U are ON dee Agenda. U got any SPARE shoes...I don-t NEED em, but I MIGHT...like a G7 Guitar Chord to help me strum and WAIL into the Night, West of the Red river.
HOLY MOLEY, Summer! Bugs are back!!! I-m not sure who-s WINNING this WAR. After 63 years on this PLANET U would think my IMPRINT was SOLID. I cannot get rid of the Royal Family Oligarchy but a bug or 2, maybe. But to no avail.
Out WEST, Arkansas, USA, old saying WAS, there-s NO Law after Little Rock, and after Fort Smith...there-s no God. But No Worries. Methinks God was always FRUGAL when it came to packing for a Road Trip.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Guitars play into the Night! West of the Red River. Still got dat Passion. An Aficionado! Yet, anon, I gotta Stone in my shoe and AS or when, just like NOW I still don-t know, like U, what to DO.....YO! West of Red River. Some place West of Red River.
c2018,davedelacroix,Sciacca,Sicily.
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