Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Ill met by Moonlight.
ALL THE LOST Amigos... after a Tequila or 2... wind Up with an Attitude, ill met by moonlight. ALL the faraway Valley Gals, same dandruff, sprinkle latent snowflakes in lieu of diamonds, a dress rehearsal to ENJOIN the lost Amigos-amazing, emotive-abra-sonambulistica!... Anyone spreads their LEGS or en-acts pornographic Love in the twilight of Moonlight! And why not! GOD-ordained! Parents be-damned!!!
Just WHO blows the first WAZOO! Who shatters the Socio-culturale MOULD! Like 2 preserved Porcelain dolls upon some musty hoarders collective shelves, coated with dust, dank, aging-slime, forgotten, inwardly, reptile-screaming...for LA LUNA, the Moonlight, or a warm kiss, dependant on the Gulf Stream that rivers into your heart.
ALL the lost Amigos strum a Spannish guitar. And all the faraway Gals sway in the Moonlight.
c2019. davedelacroix. old grammar school pub. truro. u.k.
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