Our Man in ….Europe, dave Delacroix....KILLERS!!!
dedicato. Senore JUAN, my neighbor. From Spain.
Sweet-kiss, kid fell over the balcony, 60 stories. SPLAT. Wasn-t even wearing Designers. Who called this IN, we ain-t Homicide this side of Fashion Ave. Nuttin=Central Park, Columbus Circle,
do we call FINKS, Spanish-Harlem or leave it to da Spade=Fire brigade.
Fast FWD to the U.K.....
Sweet KID, no BODY, no place, no EYE-contact, no GIG, no FACE, just a Ghoul in your sight, arms, legs, gangling, no PASSPORT, no VISA, from over the Other side.
Sweet BLISS, this side of Brexit, BORDER-MEN arrest U with their perpetuity, their righteous Adolf Hitler, creased trousers, polished, parade-ground shoes...Attitudes to fill a Brewery!
Sweet LOVE, a sinew in your smile. Sweet GIFT, sometimes lost. I do not know how far I have to go. But for THIS, like a refugee, I-ll vote WITH my feet....and I will walk the next 1,000 miles.
c2019, dave Delacroix. In England and HATING it. Yo!
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