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.
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