Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix.... Maltese Falcon.
That Transatlantic Bud U dare not ride, That 1950s Continental U will not fly, that Film Noir U cannot be a part of, that Detective, the LAPD who will not solve the Crime, that Hollywood-Sheik who will authorize a Film Production, yet later, in a bathroom, slash his wrists but refuse to Cry. And the Cabbie, drove his Kid to a Cathouse and the Maestro who gave up his first Violinist to some NYC diabolical....all the dreams, a Maltese Falcon. The stuff DREAMS are made OF.
c.davedelacroix.
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