Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...KSS me Dorothy, or Don-t!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... KISS ME Dorothy, or Don-t!

dedicato. SAM. Gal-bartender at the White Hart.


Kiss me Dorothy, or maybe DON-T! I got held up in Tuscon, Arizona. Dat kind-a town. Louise and Louise, swell gals, tied me to dat Desert Bungalow. U know. The one outside of Death Valley where all the Hipsters Go. I didn't have a thing to wear. 3 hours later, after the Poker game, an Ace of Spades covered up my Nobility. U HAD to be there. I signed off EVERYTHING in your name. My Credit looked almost good till Le BARON de CINCINNATI, who swore he was your ON LY lover challenged me to a DUEL...It was, FOR death valley, A NOVELTY. everybody tried to look serious. So we wasted away on Absinthe, squirted thru sugar cubes. People, especially da GALS yakked Mazet Bar, Paris, lotta squeakin. I was personally tense and nervous. My very own foreskin quivered in its Y front UNTER-groovy. I hate to be specific. As for THE Duel. As I write, there-in lies the outcome. Never trust a Pub-s toilet facilities on how many Condom machines are displayed. Sometimes U never get your money back!


c2019, davedelacroix, truro, cornwall, U.K. Keep ya Knickers Dry!!!

 

OurMan in Europe, dave delacroix.... The River Po.

Our Man in  Europe, dave Delacroix.. The River Po.


Por mi grande Amici, Andrea, Tallulah, Andrea, Paulo B. e Grande Ragazzi e Piacenza, Italia. Tuna-I-Miss-U!!!...


The River Po.


When we went  back to my apartment the fridge was a science project, the flowers over-looking the Italian river, il grande PO, looked like suicide. There was a stank whatsit in the air. I told Bella-donna...forgot her name...to relax, wear a Nurses uniform, maybe a French maid or a Schoolgirl, twice=divorced or looked  like she-d had Botocks. Act like her  ORGASM,  that was first and fore-most. Sometimes that-s how it works out. She applied herself like a Janitor. We-d swap  Uniforms. She was going to mount her Man and park it, her recollections, and record in her Blog.com. Boog-a-loo!  I hoped I-d get a good report, sans Selfie, this side of the river PO. Yet I don-t imagine I ever did...of  Me, Her, or YOU ...looking into YOUR enquiring eyes...Kids in Kits. Washing dirty feet as the river flowed.


c.2019, dave Delacroix, 89, via campagne,  Piacenza, to the ends of the Earth.
 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...U da babe.

Our Man in  Europe, dave Delacroix... U da babe...


dedicato. Anglelica-Babushka, mi Sorella in Vita.


u da babe
mah babe
u mah babe
tonite

u the thang
got dat ring
u crystal
the light

u da swing
make me ring
swinging
so, and to go

u da babe
mah babe
u my babe,
my heart
tonite...



2010, davedelacroix. All rights R righteous!

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... Charles Bronson.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacrooicx…. Charles Bronson.


dedicato. Jim Boyd. ….I woz Best Man at da wedding. HURRAH!!!


Uk O.K. G.B. Euro. Howdy-doody! Waxing my Surf Board, New Quay....Did I ever TELL U bout my DELIVERANCE. I was in Marrakesh, surrounded by  Arab-frickers! We stayed UP all night. So, anyhow, moving along,  there I was in PENZANSE, Cornwall, U.K. , fishing place/ I sang M<URPHY...ya HAD to be there. Better still, the ONLY Woman I ever loved, her name was EDITH. She said  Wild thongs, Lupe-Louie....in CORNWALL...It-s in England.... So LATER she husband me down, plenty of noise, U know the cool Venues, her business card, CIRCE. And many decades later I would cry. PIRATES, Smugglers and their WIVES!!!
I ended Up in St. Ives. A town named after a CHARLES BRONSON movie. Go figure! Nuttin makes sense-AMIGO!


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Just US in L.A.

Just US, just u Babee and ME in L.A.


dedicato. The Unwanted-Wanted!!!


...Crooning.... Just U and Mio, twistin round in Santa Mponica Tree-ose, when I confessed my Love, I shot U with .38. So the Papparazzi spiel!
Oh Babbee, it didn't have to be that way, I-d just robbed a BANK and got clean-away, we could-a made it  as far as BARSTOW then hired a Helicopter to the stars!
Oh DAVE, U LOSER, don't U know the Gun is registered to my old boyfriend Mendy Menedez. He owns NIGHTCLUBS, for chrissakes! Dat Buick 6, lime green, reminds me of the GIMLETS we USED to slug at Victors Bar on Sunset Blvd, but wotchagonnado! Your Laurel Canyon bungalow is TOAST, and out in the San fernando Valley they got a 8 x 11 b/w  OF YOU when U did that Orphans of Cops Xmas show from Sherman Oaks to Encino....assholes who write Songs bout Ventura Highway should ALWAYS be wacked!...and that Bartender on Van Nuys, NO BOOGALOO. He just went OUT of the sniffle business! They broke BOTH his Arms!... Can I make a suggestion...U look COLD my love on the backside of the Cadillac. Let me put a blanket around U to keep our Love warm...We-re OK. Driving to Santa Barbara, now passing the Ventura County line.
Gonna stop at Neptunes Net. Fish place. Buy mah dead Babee some fresh Clams.


c2019, davedelacroix. tregoll hse, truro, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, daVE DELACROIX, Since U been gone.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Since U bin gone.

dedicato. Sylvia in Freibuorg, Germany.


Since U been gone, since U been gone, I thought of U, since U bin gone. SINCE U BEEN GONE I wished for U. U sliced my Heart-pastrami, I heard U joined the PEACE CORPS. Since U been gone, a Missionary. Somebody I could never figure.
Since U bin gon, VIOLETS BLOOM, Lucretia Borgia KISSES me.
Since U have gone, life is MURDER or a Golden Fleece, your Paris-boudoir, the latter.
SINCE, YO!... Since U being so, HUMA-HUMA-PHUMA, MY FOOT IS TAPPIN, BABEE, SINCE u BEEN gone, TAP-TAP-TAP AND...lol...where was I....Since U been gone! YUP. The Fool. Some Kid in your immoral train of Womanhood. Where have U gone my LOVE, my Beast, my Beloved, please Whisper...…………………………………………………...


c2019, dave Delacroix. No Heating at Tregoll Hse. Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Sil vous plait...IF U Please.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Sil vous plait...If U please.


dedicato. Isabelle.


BITCH LEFT ME STANDING, LIFE left Awaiting. Wearing mah TWO TONE ZOOT SUIT. Amah NOBODY to be with a FOOLIN. Gotta Smart phone, access to a PORSCH-erini, a RESERVATION at Luigis, je nais respondez dantan, BITCH!

Yet ONCE it was SO simple. We lived near a FOREST, wore basic-designer clothes, took Selfies, recited RAP songs till the Cows, in revolt, usually stampeded in another direction. We painted the Trees with Industrial laminate, then drove our Gas-Guzzlers to the nearest pastoral dynamic.

A pristine Café, Village square, where we-d discard our detritus, paper wrappers, beer cans, used tampons, piss in the street , and wail, flightingly, man-s IN-humanity. Tee shirts in WINTER were always my biggest GRIND. I was developing a Beer-gut. RAGE! Blow U WIND!!!...Frickin Shakespeare!

Someday, some time...it was OVER.

Bitch left me standing with a torn tee-shirt. Bob Marley, some fricking Cool band logo. I KNOW I am WORTHLESS. So now how I seek, looking for that solice in my SOUL. It-s a Wednesday.
Bitch left me STANDIN! Life left awaiting! Je nais pas recordez, et tu, dantan...Ou sans les neige...dantan. I don't remember yesterday...and I reach for the Wine, sil vous plait.


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... GUITAR on a TRAIN.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Guitar on a Train...


dedicato. For Sylvia in Freiburg.


DO NOT DO DAT Babee, U break my heart. DO NOT DO dat Honey, BEES can sting! Do not DO dat babe, this Saturday Night Train!

Do not DO dat, Sweet-child. I gave U Money, U still gotta return ticket from Palermo to Roma. THAT-S it! Kiss me at the stazione, dat Arriverderci!

Do not DO dat to ME-babe, Guitar on a train, entertaining all the homeward bound, penniless Student-kids who just want - Mamma e Pappa - to go A CASA.

Do not DO dat Babee, say HELLO-Auf-weidershen, a CIAO-CIAO yet U  leave my heart in shreds and like a FOOL loving U still, my Guitar with U on the train whilst back at the Stazione, my musical fingers in despair. Station Porters, Officials, Passengers, Tour Buses, Taxis...disappear.


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll hse. U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Prize!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Prize!

dedicato. Clay Cabe.


...I-d LIKE TO THANK anybody for this honour, this prize OF DEATH. I-m almost speechless, U can imagine the emotion. See the tear! And I know U-ved come from far and wide to BE here at my WHASSIT-memorial. I hope, getting here, this Desolation Row, the cabby's didn't rip U off too much... In HUMBLE RECOGNITION of Moms and Pops, alas, there-in my history is lacking. MA WITHERSPOON, my foster Lady deserves all credit for my grounded ETHOS. After THAT, a truism, a world of cheap whisky. U can buy it at the corner store. And HERE in DEATH, outside of heat or chill, far from the madding crowd, now pre-cluded from a life of travels...if  I EVER see another Highway sign - HELL must be full of them...to direct the beguiled - I-ll suck down a bottle of dark Rum, then regurgitate!
U IZ wot U IZ so the Poets say. Getting past the EYE, ya gotta get to the ZEE! YO! The Prize! U can now take your Selfies!
I-d really like to THANK dat dude in the crème-Le Baron convertible, 1992, whilst hitch-hiking outta Cincinnati, Ohio, Mason-Dix. He stopped. Handed me TWO Benjamin Franklin's then split! No Howdy, no Biz Card. I stayed drunk for the next 24 hours. Missed the J.F.K. connect to Europe. Missed EVERYTHING!...No fiscal sense-U had to be there....and IN retro, I guess he helped me along the way...TO the Prize.
I-d like to THANK a combination, the influences, of George Harrison and Margret Thatcher, BOTH Prime Ministers of England's life's Spirit.... Bare with me. Remember. I am Dead.
One, George, said LOVE. The other, GO FOR THE MARBLES!!! Combined, a double helix of pursuit, almost THORSTEN VEBLEN, the UN-answerable, that INNER-inert, confusion, WHA!..the path to the Prize.
And...to conclude...I-d like to THANK any one who I owed money to, anyone whose heart broken, the betrayed, the crucified, whatever GOOD I strived to achieve, the sinew of  OUR screaming existence, for YOU, I now accept this Prize.



c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll hse, cornwall, u.k.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... SUZETTE

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Suzette


HOW DO SHE KISS on Wednesday or Monday, who can tell. She trolls the ANTIQUE shops looking for a Gold Mine on a Bohemian Dime!  She didn't recognize me. I was old and worn yet vivacious, out-landishly, with fluted, UN-disguised corners. The Joker! As opposed to King, Queen or Knave. In L.A. I would be a SURE bet, that Ace of Spades! In Cornwall, U.K., a drunk-rich American...with good taste. She complimented me on my...I-d bought several framed-signed sketches and paintings. Got em for 10 bucks!!! She sighed, and for her OWN Antique out-let, pondered its sexless possibilities. As for LOVE, the furniture-removal lads grunted, loading-carrying on, sweating by. A 15th Century Spanish Chest, going for a Song,  on it-s way to my humble Casa...


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, cornwall, u.k.

Oure Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Not even Midnight!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Not even Midnight!


dedicato. Joanie Blok.


It-s NOT EVEN Midnight when I got beat up outside a Bar, past Diplomacy, fists, boots, fractured ribs.
It-s not even Midnight when I said, BABEE, fuck U! And the gathering, sex-hungry Crew KNEW this side of N.A.T.O...North Atlantic Treaty Org., doesn't include the State of Tennessee! ...that I was a cast off,  throw away Mississippi fish bait, a chopped liver dude! That GAL had sailed...Oh how she sailed!
It-s NOT even Midnight, my Credit Cards BOUNCED and the damned CAMERRO, a heap of auto- junk, a spit on a rusty lance, only worthy of driving me to Hollywood or Hell, any which way but GO!
Hours and HOURS spread-eagled in a Parking lot, no Ambulance, no Samaritan of note! Thus I laid.

It-s NOT even midnight, the Deputy-Sheriff wants Eye-witnesses testimony...I mention a DINER, 3,000 miles away... and he wrote it down in his cop-book like Gospel.


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, truro, corenwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... JACK WABBIT.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Jack Wabbit. ...A SONG!


DO U JACK Wabbit want to Jack Wabbit me too.. DO U WABBIT Jack, see some Bunny in your view. DO U PRINCESS-Alice, do U pirouette on ballet shoes, do U pink Tu-Tu, swirl within my view..
Do U Giraffe, see the future, DO the Rhino, balls on a-head. Do U Mole, subterranean, do U get inside my head whilst across the Brooklyn bridge I strum a song for you.
DO U HUMMING bird, pecking at my nectar, do U fly away too soon, OR Jack-Whatsit, gone and run away. And the Princess sings, a becoming after-math: Do U Jack Wabbit, do U Jack Wabbit...but the Wabbits long since gone.


c2019, davedelacroix, Tregoll House, Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Last Whiskey.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The Last Whiskey.


dedicato. Reese Mulligan of N.Y.C.


The Last Passport, the last Certificate of Birth. The last Document, to say U LOVED, or I loved U, of NO intrinsic value. Search your Life!!!
The last DIVORCE, or Wedding-boogie, it-s ON file! Some Creep, archaeologist, mystery-bio-writer will spin his web, maybe ornate your wiles...
The last SYCOPHANT, that succubus, never got to fuck your Wife, disappointed, stretching the VAST-void embryo of Life to Death!  An IAGO consolation, where-as Angels only sing, flip-flop their wings-whatsit when U have a PULSE...wainscoting!
The last Whiskey, dribbles, bubbles in the psyche of the UN-born, fermenting in wooden barrels akin to the coffins of it-s Creator. Along with the discarded, forget cigarette lighters, but the hearts, theirs AND yours, ploughed through.


c2019, dave Delacroix, tregoll house, cornwall, U.K.
 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix....The LIPS.

Our Man in Europe... The Lips.


Don-t Yak ta meh! Dat UN-requited Love. GOE and catch MARS, buzz a mandrake root, WHISPER-FORTUNES!!!

Don-t tak to Meh-babe on this Saturday-Alan Silletoe-Sunday dawn. PENIS-VAGINA'S down the Royal Working-class tubes of Rock N Roll. How would U like your Q.E.2 Sausage roll!!!

Don-t yak to meh when U EXUDE, when U sweat yet, your lipstick is still, PURSING on your liPS,
and I, No.14, of all the Studs U left behind, kissed...and gone!


c2019, davedelacroix, tregoll house, cornwall, u.k.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... ROGUE WAVE.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Rogue wave.


….SEND ME YOU TABACCY, send me your Molasses, Copra, or Slaves! Send me your Westerlies, your trade winds to GOLD, send me ALL... Once I was bespoke under God-s heaven to my shame and that I have lived now, yet before, the morrow, yet I shall live again! Send me your tempests, be stilled CALM, my voyage with hallucinations of Angels, I-ll for stand and devils that RE-wind the Sin of Man and makes his marrow bold. A Voyage! To Sea! THAR SHE BLOWS! Kill the itinerant, the SUM of US, the MAMMAL. Make him dead, a mould, putrefied in furnace, boiled to a deadly nightshade, an OIL to burn that scarlet -sea horizon, that on-shore-Shepherd-s delights the red sky a morning, all sailors take warning.
Send me your Tabaccy, me boys. And yet we plough Time-s dimensions, an oceanic curvature, the spray of the sea, rinsing our disdain and all we-re meant to Be, or in Being, to conceive, ergo... So hoist away me-boys! There-s Rum and Lassies for all, a Portobello, beyond the horizon! Broil the knave or a rogue wave that shakes our course from our wicked destiny. Who are WE to justify!


c2019, davedelacroix, tragoll house, truro, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Las Vegas Style.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....Las Vegas Style.


dedicato Jaimie Montgomery in Henderson City, Nevada, U.S.A.



GOTTA ROAST
Gotta Dog!
Gotta Girl.
Gotta LIFE.

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin…..

Got some VEG
on the other side,
got a JOB
Got a GIG,
tell Sum-bitch dat cares!

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin...

Got a FEEL
gotta a KING
got the other, the QUEEN
and a Jack and the Spade-Ace!

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin…

Another night,
bl;inky-boo,
I-m thinking, my Tuxedo,
Las Vegas style..

Make love to Me, sweet dahlin.


c2019. davedelacroix. In MESQUITE with Fi-Fi. We got a Royal Flush!...




 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... MAH BIG DAWGS!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Mah Big DAWGS!

dedicato. Sergei.


Anyway BUT which-way, DICKS, TITS, a song for ALL, of Kids who got OLD but kept their Soul. And the strangest School-fellows, Kids in the YARD, the BIG DAWG, somehow, in meaning, the One-s for Ever-more, tag-team, Rugger, scored a goal! Or-unexpectedly, played chords on a Spanish Guitar.
And it wasn't UP to Me.
And it wasn-t up to Papp;a.
And it wasn-t up to My MAMMA, or my Bro,
the rest of the School-class were SLEEPING.

GOD sprinklers DIAMONDS on the embryos of the UN-born, some say. Later, to watch the results in school-time Mathmatica, Biology, Chemistry, History or ART where, somehow, some days, on the school fields, the splendour in the grass, we prematurely fornicate and forge Tomorrows dynamic!

Who cries OUT amongst the Order of the Angels!!!




c2019, dave Delacroix, truro, U.K.....School DAYS, WRITTEN OFF THE CUFF on GWR railroad from London to Cornwall. Brought my own Beer.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, DA WAX

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The WAX.



DA WAX, SCREAM
Da Wax, U mean
DA WAX
U feel,
DA WAX

U WANT-A GO!-to
da WAX
U WANNAN< WAX
blowe-too
where it-s AT, DA WAX

DA WAX
Mah SISTA,
where U AT.....

DA WAX, SCREAM....


c2019, davedelacroix. In Frickin England.
 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... The ONLY Woman I ever loved.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The ONLY Woman I ever Loved.


The ONLY Woman I ever loved, a Lady, a Girl, when I was young, in Provence, France OR MILANO, or Paris-saucie, either way, liquid-vagina's, nipples-out sized. I was JUST a School BOY. Thought like one. A Science Project. 13 going on 15. My Cool Nanny.
The ONLY Woman I ever loved, like LORD BYRON, she passed on her INSIDIOUSNESS, frantically masturbating and made her Child-care -chain-smoked cigarettes, comfort and care and midnight, URGED me  to spend in her hand... whilst she sang Gaelic songs.
The ONLY Woman I ever loved LOOKED, came over like a NUN but behaved like a 200-bucks a nite hooker.... My regrets, now, 50 years later. I wish, I-d got her Business Card!


c2019, dave Delacroix, TRURO, Cornwall, U.K.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix..... Mama-s Hat!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Mama-s Hat!


dedicato. Cousin Jake.


...Sunday lunch...the SPUDS were fried along with the Yorkshire Pud. The ROAST got boiled, somehow, and the Veggies still had roots! She wore, daily, a Gypsy bandana...at our house. And the days, seasons, knew NO clock. The sun went DOWN, Mama was UP. And always, pre-occupied, rollie-cigarette-clenched tween Lanvin Number-whassit lips, dressed in kimono silks, turquoise, ringlets, joss sticks aromatica!...My Mama-s hat!
We OWED money to all and sundry and....Mama instilled....IF ANYONE from the GOVERNMENT shows up...ACT STUPID!!!....So I grew up smart.
Did I mention Mama also played the rental-Johanna. A dying upright  Piano...gliding through Erik Satie, Debussey, Chopin... when she thought there was no-one around.....My Mama-s hat!


c.2019, October. Truro, Cornwall, U.K.

 

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...PERRY Wasted, 50s Lawyer T.V. show. The Case of the Felonius Monk!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... PERRY Wasted, 50s Lawyer T.V. Show. Episode, The Case of the FELONIUS MONK!

District Attorney BURGER.

...Ya Honor! THIS is preposterous! Defendants Council looks RIDICULOUS wearing Monastic attire in concert with the Defendants supporters in the public gallery who, at least HALF of them, in addition to their MONK-Un-conventional attire are each …. wielding a SAXOPHONE!!! I  must insist on an immediate Mis-trial!!!

Perry Wasted, defendants Atty.
No objection, your Honor!....


...cue to Perry Mason, 50s T.V. show soundtrack....


c.2019, dave Delacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Cider in Rosie!

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... The CIDER in ROSIE


...She STOOPS to piss U OFF, non of dat Shakespeare! She-d figure out BREXIT in a heartbreak. She SMOKES, drinks, is STOUT without a care, drinks down at the White HART, would-a-could-a married SIR FRANCIS DRAKE and hurried OFF the Spanish Armada singled-handed!
She-s REAL PICKY on prices, Supermarket coupon-bargains, SHSSSS=Knows the price of everything!
Oh Rosie! The Cider in your veins! My cloak at your feet where-ever U walk.
The CIDER in ROSIE, as we speak, who casts light into the shadows, as now, we ferment.
GOD HOPES she don-t focus on ME, at 63! She-d have me 21 and marching off to some bloody Cause!
The Cider in Rosie, for Me, maybe for U, alas, in truth, should, in England, never go away.


c2019, davedelacroix

Our MAN in Europe, dave delacroix...Sally-Anne

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.... SALLY-ANNE


...WE NEVER GOT TO die... We worthless-Virginities Un-like the Heroes, Poets, Belladonnas, the pantomime of our yesterdays-Buddies!....SALLY-ANNE!
Mostly mooches, mostly parasites, mostly that GAL who said U can DO it this time, the splendour in the grass....with a Vaginal TAZER!!!...SALLY-ANNE!...who to this DAY, amongst U, salts the Earth.
I think the HOLLIES, in the 1960-s, wrote a Song about her. Maybe I-m mistaken...


c2019, davedelacroix.

Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix...The COUGARS of TRURO.

Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix....The Cougars in TRuro!


dedicato. Chuck E. Bonniwell.


They-re OVER 29 going on 59, black stockings-Up to their necks, pear-drops earring, a Crucifix, the COUGAR of Truro... DISDAINFUL of ALL Men, catch a STUD for a Nite, a Boogaloo! But other wise, a COUGAR, sitting atop a branch of a tree.. introspective, maybe Mystified..... EASY on the EYE, nothing to disguise, LA BELLA DONNATELLA, a Wish, a Romance, or a future WIFE, all is an illusion for tomorrow-s young Bravoes! And there-s NO deciding, no HIDING, no GUILE,
that PURR to a GROWWL with a Lesbo-Carpet-Crawler, to know your DICK has gone South.
And outside of the hatred of the Male, Captain Ahab AND THE wHALE, SOME moby dick, NAKED, WITH tits ON THE BRANCHES OF A TREE like Cougars in Truro who PROWL the weekends of their LIFE, OH HEAR ME O LORD, in heaven, thy recent abode, chain=smoking, sucking on brewskies, CLAMPING down your smile, just HOW do all the little lambs, in all innocence-and COUNTING, jump across the Farmer-s Stile...

c2019, davedelacroix….Fun in Cornwall, U.K.....