Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Selling DAVE by the Pound!
IF I KNEW THE Danish Surgeon, nubile, blond, tri-lingual and her Brunette-Diva Nurse, bela-ragazza with MIO at a beer-belly 64...please lie on the SLAB...had known, maybe I-d a worn DAPPER-DAN hair Tonic. Least ways, tuxedo pantalone.
I-m a Dapper-Dan Man.... Age 64, Suspicion of Melanoma. Melanoma. Music Instrument thingy. Thought I PLAYED one of those whiz-keyboards back in the 80-s! But SOMETHING different. U never know, ask anyone, if your Dick is alright. And don-t tell me. Either way, a good name for a Band.
Oh Medicalo! oh Canzone! A Song in my heart!
Take off a LEG! Better still, take my Heart. 4 Decades of HELL. S-why I write these god-damn Songs.
Take off an ARM, give me a Cortisone Shot, CUT Me OUT DAMNED SPOT and sell this Dave by the Pound. Gift wrapped in something blue.
Fortunately, DOC DANIKA was Au Fe with my Texas drawl. We bonded. The Lamia Nurse stayed out of my face whilst I gritted my expensive-full rack of dental implants from Costa Rica, silently Non-screaming, BEE-BOP-A-LOO=PAH, under my breath.
SKIN-CUT, scraped, NEEDLED, Bayeux Tapestry, hoping Doc. Danika was on her Game. A Pound of flesh cut OUT of Dave-s upper-flank. Two Sweeties in the Charnal House. All serene. The Clinic House music played.
c2020,davedelacroix, post op. Always been a Why-ner!!!...
IF I KNEW THE Danish Surgeon, nubile, blond, tri-lingual and her Brunette-Diva Nurse, bela-ragazza with MIO at a beer-belly 64...please lie on the SLAB...had known, maybe I-d a worn DAPPER-DAN hair Tonic. Least ways, tuxedo pantalone.
I-m a Dapper-Dan Man.... Age 64, Suspicion of Melanoma. Melanoma. Music Instrument thingy. Thought I PLAYED one of those whiz-keyboards back in the 80-s! But SOMETHING different. U never know, ask anyone, if your Dick is alright. And don-t tell me. Either way, a good name for a Band.
Oh Medicalo! oh Canzone! A Song in my heart!
Take off a LEG! Better still, take my Heart. 4 Decades of HELL. S-why I write these god-damn Songs.
Take off an ARM, give me a Cortisone Shot, CUT Me OUT DAMNED SPOT and sell this Dave by the Pound. Gift wrapped in something blue.
Fortunately, DOC DANIKA was Au Fe with my Texas drawl. We bonded. The Lamia Nurse stayed out of my face whilst I gritted my expensive-full rack of dental implants from Costa Rica, silently Non-screaming, BEE-BOP-A-LOO=PAH, under my breath.
SKIN-CUT, scraped, NEEDLED, Bayeux Tapestry, hoping Doc. Danika was on her Game. A Pound of flesh cut OUT of Dave-s upper-flank. Two Sweeties in the Charnal House. All serene. The Clinic House music played.
c2020,davedelacroix, post op. Always been a Why-ner!!!...
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