Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, Apres Francois Villion- Post Frank!
WHERE R THE SNOWS, U Bastard, of Yesteryear! Ou Sans les Neige, d-antan, and how come Roulette shows up Black when I bet on Red. ANSWER THAT U MUTHER, or should I be overcome by pastoral thoughts, gals in floral dresses dancing in a sunny meadow....OK. Ya got Me.
Where R dem dang SNOWS of yesteryear. Ice-caps melting, the AMAZON....forest.... BURNING. Whilst AMAZON.com, making zillions of BUCKS...but not SAVING their Namesake!
....echo, echo, ELON MUSK turning God-s night sky into a Las Vegas NEON.
Where R the Snows that fell last year. I met my Gal outside of the Sorbonne UNI-Paris in the snow. We didn-t have much money. Local Kurdish fella at the mini-market filled up our grocery bag. We must have looked pitiful. He threw in a Vin de Table. I wanted to thank him but he got on his knees. MECCA.
U looked SO good in your red scarf. She said to Me.
Where R the snows, Ou sans les neigh, that PULSE-power=guitar which sends us ALL to Nirvana. Well...
I just don-t know. But, if its not in our GRASP it may BE in our PERSONALITY. It don-t get me anywhere with my Gal but its one of those CONCEPTS that might come along. VOILA! Where R the Snows my Friend, of yesteryear. Ou sans les neigh dantan.... Regardez!!! In the Palm of your hand...
c.2020. dave delacroix, vic-fesensac, GER, France.
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