Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... BY the time I get to Phoenix.
dedicato. LEON.
...The demeanour, Monsieur, how R U Today to get INTO your new paramour-s pants or shout OLE!
On a Summer-s Eve where snakes riddle the grass. Or the Sunshine, whatever, MOTEL, some kind of Loving...And by the time I get to Phoenix, I may as well be in TUSCON...…. non-smoking bitches, vegans singing, we don't got it figured out but U remind us...the voice of our daughters...of everything we hated bout our DADS, so YOU must pay whilst we menstruate or go skee-wiff in our PMS, turn left for Tucumcari, or head straight for Flagstaff, Arizona...Our daughter-s Song.
By the time I get to Phoenix, wouldn't surprise me if this letter was stained with menstrual blood. There-s that FEMALE get out clause, my JEWISH pals say the same thing. We GOT an excuse for BEING. Spin a Globe. U-ll come up ISRAEL.
By the time I got to Phoenix. It didn't matter. I drove North on I-70. I went to Denver, Colorado...and sang a Song. Just a Song. S-where I belonged.
c.2019,davedelacroix,ourmanineurope.cornwall, u.k.
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