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.
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