Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... In the HEAT of RAIN...
In the heat of Rain...I call my Lawyer....
In the heat of Rain U took your MINK coat....In the heat of the Rain, NO Noel Coward, No Mrs Witherspoon daughters, no Flamingoes...on the Stage at THIS age.... in the HEAT of the Rain...
In te Heat of the RAIN , in THIS rain, tweed clothes, hunting-DO, agatha-murder-mysteries, wotchagonnaDO... with your Oxfords, OUT DAMN SHOE, or a pursed lip, a swing of your HIPS, dat Boog-A-loogie-SWING! in the heat of the rain....Sweet Jane...
I WANTED THE EGGS, not U, your Sister. Your Wealth, Your GIG, I wanted your EGGS as WE walk in the CROOKED garden, looking SO MURDEROUSLY cool, that U Purposed in the the death of OUR living endeavour.
The ONLY BITCH who hates MEN, probably, good reason, Angelica, black-tights-stockings,blonde-pussy-blonde hair, GONE-LESBO, the only Gal, like Judith. Between HER and Judas, you-d better give UP your Wealth! Jane! Jane! Put the Blayme on WHOSSIT!!!
So WE sing, Nastrovia-Rasputin! So we Sing, Methuselah! So we SING, Dr. Mabeuse, your Time is OVER, it-s time for U to sing a new Song...
In the Heat-Rain, bastards all-round. In the Heat-rain, I remain. Kisses on mah collar.
c2019, davedelacroix. Truro, old Grammar School, 1549. Sitting with Tim, Tamara, and Clem, the Labrador/.
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