Our Man in Europe/Belize/Ukraine/, No:2: "The Night before." (Putin-s promises.)
Never trust a Word I say from the Night before? Never kiss again the Man U made from the Night before? Never hold me to the Truth or call on that LOAN, or spend your Youth on the Word of that Man from the Night before.
Never whisper sweet-nothings in your pillow-dreams to the Man from the Night before? Never DEPEND on your FLIGHT, your Tomorrow with the Man, the Night before? Never promise your Soul, your Virginity, your Tomorrow-s Gold; never again do you look the Man in the eye from the Night before.
Never count you Chickens, already gone, with the Man from the Night before? Abandon all your exotic Plans with the Man from the Night before; never issue a WRIT; he-ll find a disguise that-ll never fit? But don-t U cry; U R not alone.
Never trust a Word I say from the Night before? In Vino-Veritas, but then dismissed by a hangover of Wails that decry his provost declaration! To let U know, a pocket-book of memories: All bets are off in a dawning realization that leaves the Believer quite torn! And forlorn.
c.2022, dave delacroix.
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