Our Man in BELIZE; dave delacroix: The Early Years, No.1: Hard Cold Tropic.
HARD COLD TROPICS from where U ATS, a Chard, a Merlot, a U? Half cold MARTINI, where did U find yourself OFF-out riding a Mule? ARAY-SOMBREREO, quintessential disguise, a Solloqui, a fandango? And me-guitar strums the Noon-tide heat; a song of yesterday's MANO?...
SHE SEZ: "U never know with Yellow-Tail; Pinot Noir ...my Virginity is OK.....X-3...?
HARD COLD SOUL: she wanders by my Cabana. Swish & swail, I'll hug U in the FREE ZONE but have U met my Cousin? Jamaica? Cuba? Isla Majueres?
HARD COLD TROPICS beyond Caribbean smile; like Cornish-Wreckers awaiting STORM-WRECKS; to pick the bones, the MEAT off your enterprise.....Your HEART's Diary?
HARD SONG TROPICS: I sing with my LADY! Half Sung Tune: Via con Dios!!!...HALF SUNG SONG when RIPPED! Your Fandandago and ....I didn't care...AMORE! A Surfing Song. Who WAILS for Tomorrow's Love!?...the Joy they cannot meet?
c.2021,corozal, belize, dave delacroix
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