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.
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