Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... BRIGADOON. ...Dagger in mah Kiss.
dedicato. Prince Harry.
….Succubus, LAMIA, coils round mah Soul. There-s LIVIA with poison who thinks I-m her Goal. There-s a Worship Mamma-mia, a bow to your Saturday night, but for ME, there-s something misty, this BRIGAHADOON, this Saturday night.
There-s a WINDOW, like Snake-eyes that U can see thru. No Extra-special-magic, nor GO singin dah Blues. It-s a Moment of Internal Cryin, like look to your KIDS-signin, Succubus, LAMIA, her coils round THEM!!!. And but when she-s FED, Kids DEAD, hearts-broken...she slithers away.
Dagger in mah KISS, I killed her away. An Anaconda-Boa, she sublimely dancers away. Camouflage, Disco-at-large! Driving her latest Victim-s Posrche!
Succubus, Lamia, COLD, swinging hips. That now knows to beware the Dagger in my kiss, me-thinks. My Kids are Protected.
O sing of Succubus, LAMIA, coils round FLESH. There-s LIVIA with Poison who thinks I-m her ZEST. There-s a STARK-LAMARK, a bow to Saturday Night but for MIO there-s something MISTY this Brigahdoon. This Brigahdoon.
Singin. Oh Tra-la-la! Fife and Drum ….and a Violin! O sing of Succubus.
c2019,March.davedelacroix, Sciacca-sicily. I CANNOT believe, here in Sciacca-Sicily TWO Tabacci have NOOOOOoooo PEUBLO Tabacco. CHEAPSKATES. No INVESTMENT. Guess, after all, I gotta move to the OVER-REGULATED-BREXIT UK. Fornication, for the Over-60s...ON TAP.
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