Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... Lonesome, Lockdown 2020.
HE STETSON U-R hard to please and....BAR, gonna Suck my JAR. Maybe U shot a few INDIANS, don-t count CHINESE, I can see by your BOLO... a SHARPED-DRESSED-MAN. No worries Babee WE accomodate One and All.
Sharpe-Shooter Annie, MRS MINIVER, McCabe at the CHECK-OUT....awaiting!
He ain-t no Dead-Man-Plaid. Arrives with Coach and Horses, BOOT HILL BOX< some folks GOT all it-s figured. Extra Bullets, extra can of Coffee and Beans, a kick, a smile, a Last Chance Wheeze, yet just HOW, or would U want to take them down! Talkin bout your lonesome Whistle!...Kids panning for Gold. South of Alaska.
HE-S in love with Arabella. Torquoise-swinging, star of the night who gives fright to the Gold Dust Prospecting-Saloon. That Mortality happening. And ... walked in the room. Some KID!
Get him outta here! Get him outta MONTANA! Get him out of my bed,
LVANA! I told Momma I could Nae take care the Bains. My Breasts, Gold-dust layered, since I went away...
c.davedelacroix.
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