Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Jules and Jim, Virus 2020.
WHEN THE VIRUS RAGED I never bothered bout Me, just drank more. My thoughts only of Brother Jean, Bela Isabel, Lady Caroline and that Family-teasing-partake, dans Virus non-complete.
Whilst the Virus Raged, I didnt Work, Think, Shake my Soul, didnt PRAY except for Jean and a brand new day without a rising Body Count.
When the Virus cooked our Goose, the saddest thing, no dinner guests to share Life-s bounty, all the leftovers we thoughtlessly threw away. Isabel, Caroline. Jules and Jim.
When the Virus ended I went in search of Jules, he too, of Me. We never Did recognise one another but like passing Refugees, eventually, we hugged and kissed nolonger knowing who once we were.
c. The month of May, 2020, dave delacroix. Our Man in Europe.
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