Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Cornwall Wreck.
Oh! Old Reilly when U gonna come home, the kids, gone, grow, the old Woman threw U out years ago and yet U fumble round in Potters Field-mumbling who knows what, tales of vague yesteryear and now and then, a mental Jig or Dance to make all round START and wonder if U R NOT there, though in evidence, a Pint of Ale, a Baccy pouche, a loaf of Bread, some Ham or Cheese how fairs the Wind with U O-Reilly, Lover, Adventurer, Merchant, Father and Son...And I here HEAR some Smugglers down by Cornwalls Pontyprid-forth are looking for a Good Man to assist-steering a Vessel upon the jagged coastline rocks! Perhaps U-ed be a helping hand. Foreigners yer-see, sailing by. Need a Stalwart, a Steady hand to wave a cliff-top lantern... but, on second thoughts, maybe you-ve seen all this before....! Oh! Old Reilly-s new Missus, hollerin from yonder shack. C-mon Old Boy! Get awah from him. He can tak no more! ....his bones with the devil!
c.2020. davedelacroix,truro, uk.
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