Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Too Soon.
dedicato. Marie-Claude.
Too soon the Sun rises, flock curtain-window, OPEN!, glare in my eyes. Ashtray-left, fumble, almost sneeze to cry. Did I leave her some Euros. Did SHE leave me some Euros...
Too soon our VAIN wishes run like a SPLASH-rain in your eye, like the wind sheield of the Taxi that takes U to Montmartre, too soon, like a pledge, not devoured, but something LESS, a Moulin Rouge, to winnow your Soul. I don-t get sick, but then do we kiss...too soon.
c2019,davedelacroix.
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