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
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