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.
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