Our Man in Belize, dave delacroix. No: No43: "CROMWELL."
YO!!!... HOW OFT I THOUGHT...a Rennaisance Poem...WHY bloody decision? WHO KILLED U when U were in love? Who Killed your HEART? Who DID DA BOOGIE?. .History. BRUTH! GARGLE-TRUTH!!! And bodies, piles, YOU leave in your battlefield-lane?
In later Centuries, we wander lonely as a CLOUD. Lots. RICKY 3 or Henry 2: Bloodshed: GIMMIE YA TAXES; lots of lads get to DYING. And the flower of OUR Island, birdsong full bereft of handsome Lads sworn into the Butchery of Civil War, the Pike & Musket for a Coronet covered in human blood?
WHAT ....MAN...sanctions.....WARTS & ALL:CROMWELL or the PISS in U? The "dynamic" of "the Few"? Songs yet to be sung! Englishmen can keep their powder dry! Try to be a TOURIST in the Emerald Isle. Better U be a Colonial. Wales. Scotland? Tryin to figure OUT just where I belong? "MY NAME IS OLIVER!"
c.2021,dave delacroix.
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