Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix...Guy Fawkes Song.
I twalk to da twees, dats why they lock me away, I BLOW UP your house, it-s ALL I can Do! I talk to the BREEZE, it-s In-constancy, stays HERE in my heart, everything else...
I talk yet again, words lost in the WHASSIT, a ripple, a float, a promise, a canker of all of my Needs,
do I remember a Robin-s Spring.
I twalk with da ROOKS that gather round, on Tower Hill...where the AXE must fall. Good to see one or two, heavily disguised, Comrades in the thrall.
I squawk with a sneeze....CHOP!!!!
c2019, davedelacroix
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