Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Sweet Elenore.
MY KNICKERS ARE WET this side of the Moon-lite, my gravity-s UP to U... Can U light me a Cigarette, pass me that Glenfiddich thingy and I-ll compose a SLANGE for U.
Did I EVER tell U... U reminded me of a GRUFF-VIKING, long-blazon red hair, WIELDING a Sword, the first night I saw U pissin off ALL
and everyone and throwin yours UNDIES at the bar-room boors!
Aye my Love. Eternal, some sweet Elenore... as my Dreams come on home tonight!
Your KNICKERS like MINE are gone with the Wind, a Sailor-s Shanty, a Soldier-s Hymn, and as for our long-gone-VIRGINITY, we-ll sing gone, gone, GONE!...for Evermore. We-ll sing and we-ll dance the DEVIL to death,
aye my Love, my sweet Elenore, aye my love, my sweet Elenore.
c2019,davedelacroix,sciacca-sicily, BAR ROMA.
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