Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... Promises to meet.
THE SOMETIMES BLUE... twix what is false, true, Me, You, the sinew-stretch-a-chord, under which we roar and kiss our tomorrow, frickin-adios!!!
My DICK was very large. I have promises to meet...
This SOMETIME blue, catch a falling whassit, this Sometime-abercadabra, then there-s YOU!... This Sometime blue, GIG, spinning, excited, gonna take a TRIP to who know-s who.. My DICK was very large. And I have promises to keep.
The ROAD, too funny, too sometime-blue, Witcha-way-the Linesman, driving West on route 66, thru Oklahoma...on my way to L.A. Hope that Gal meets me in Santa Monica! And my Dick wails in the highway wind. As I have promises, maybe, to keep... How do we SCREAM....and then go silent...
c2019. dave Delacroix.
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