Our Man in Europe, Dave Delacroix... All the Kisses.
dedicato. Marquis Jean Debats.
That BUTTERCUP, that PAPPILION, that Surprise, that GOOD cup of Coffee, that UN-expected...I Love U!
That GIG, That Kiss. Infatuous, INFAMOUS, a cup of- tear Ya frickin HEART-OUT. The DIVA fucks ya INTESTINES! And U get to live!!! Black-Widow-Bitch! Call the POPE!!!
Meanwhilwee, back at ze Ranch...That Buttercup. Gone South to RIO with ya Credit CARDS, ya Virginiity, ya Pocket-book, names EVERY Virgin U every knew TWIX Tuscon an Alberqueque. NOBODY ever had those Numbers. Maybe the BIG BOYS back in Nevada will take care of the Prolem. And Roadsters, Kickers and Cowboy Angels KNOW all the kisses, but mostly, the SHADOW of the Devil-s Angel when it comes for U. All the kisses mean nothing. Nothing to U.
c.2020.davedelacroix....presently exiled in France. Situ. Norm.
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