Our Man in Europe, Dave Delcroix: "Handbags at 20 Paces!" /She stoops to Conquer.
...SHE STOOPS to conquer in the midnight hour just when U least expect? Defenses fold like a cheap suit, that Palimony -in her grasp? Expect to become like a musician (without a girlfriend?): HOMELESS!
She stoops to conquer like an obscure Lyric devoid of Song, yet a "tra-la-la" an ECHO U once heard, a superior voice -ARRIBA! That rumbles around a King's throne, ("Circa Regna tonat!"), unsure of the chopping-block of your tomorrow?
She stoops to conquer, a GLORIANNA. Nutt 'in U can do but bow to the storm -lamenting April's winds before the next Summer's heat of Love's folly and destiny's ROAR into your own oblivion?
....Must have pissed her off, her spouting quotations from the Koran, the Bible & Shakespeare? It's hard to compete with a walking Encyclopedia-Britannica with tits. Yet all is not LUST, all is not lost; "Fly-Fleance-Fly!" Tomorrow is a gig, done & dusted...excepting Handbags...in divorce Courts...at 20 paces; that 11th. hour.
c.2025. dave delacroix. Chateaux-Pelican Guest Villa, Corozal Belize, hangin by the swimming pool.
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