Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, david Michael Oxley, : No worries-Mes Enfants!
No Worries! We R nobodies' big cheese? No Fragonard, no Kase, no Lady Camembert? No Double Gloucester, bipolar? No worries! U cannot usurp the THRONE, that WELP, that SAC, that SAC, that Gig U might one day to call your own? That LOVE, that SCENT, that WEY, when false loves, rinsed and washed away? No worries: love is a CHEESY affair? One minute fresh, next, open the windows? How DOES a fair maiden fair when her Suitors R full of diary love? N o-worries. We R nobodies big BRIE, just bells that ring in outside tonality, the grasp/greed/possession of another's alien enchantment! Does Winter denounce Spring!?
c.davedelacroix,6/23....Corozal-belize.
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