Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Geraldine.
dedicato. Anna Cimo.
No Pucheen for Jesus, no blood on the Vine and it seems a long time since we boogalooed... and aint saying I-m the only one remiss on paying my taxes, my Dues or the rent, and wailing U Go like a Prophet in the snow... in the wrong kind of weather to dress just you so... but I got your meaning, promise NOT to tell your folks how our Youth and Life-s Promise... all went up in smoke.
O Geraldine, the Emerald sky!
long gone since, our Heart
to Do or to Die.
O Geraldine, O Geraldine
I-ll love U until I-m gone...
Is it Wednesday now, my CLOCK says its Friday and I thought we were Done with Chapel this year. A new Preachers Son wants to Impregnate your Sista and the way she acting, my hands are all tied. So in your absence I sing out a Prayer from Derry Town cross-country to County Clare and it-ll praise the virtue of sweet virginity, that thing not for You...and Unlikely for Me.
O Geraldine, the Emerald Sky!
long gone since, our Heart
to Do or to Die.
O Geraldine, O Geraldine
I-ll love U Untill I-m done!
c.2020, davedelacroix. Anonymous Poem, 1874, translated from French. Song of a Farmer-s Son.
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