OUR MAN in EUROPE/BELIZE, dave delacroix/Lord Borgo: "Let LOVE be DEAD."
Let LOVE BE the dead, the yesteryear, the CHRYSALLIS of all your next Weekend? Let LOVE be your COMPASS, that bitch to carry u on over the waves of Tomorrow and Tomorrow. Let LOVE be your KISS, succulent-morrow-BONE MARROW that sweetens your harry a-live-a live oh!
Let LOVE be your WORD, a Pound upon it? A Mindset-decision, whose lives depend? Let Love be that first kiss, a Virgin, to Marie Mallone, name yourself: A live-a-live-oh!
Let LOVE be your LAST kiss to DADDY, failing, who raised U, educated, to COLLEGE-DUBLIN from Corn? Let love be your Carriage, a-live-a-live-oh?...
U sit in the pale Sun alone! My sweetest Daughter who breaks my heart so; STAND UP! A live-a live Oh! Ad like ANY Daughter, throws ROCKS at her Pappas loves? Ergo, love is DEAD. One pair of TITS confounds-/dismisses Loves History and who DECIDES how COFFEE is made; ask the local Vampire!...OPEN! Throughout da NITE!
c.2022.davedelacroix;
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