Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "Hey JOLEEN! -Under the Midnight Sun."
Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams, let's drink some Whiskey; where DO all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, get kind'a frisky under the midnight sun.
It's hard to shrink, today they call it "down-sizing"; I too have looked into that hole of a life in which U don't belong and where a man can lose his soul.
It's a "witch-a-way" World, nobody to teach U, U just want/gotta find your own Soul and the "slings & arrows" of outrageous fortune will steer U from your path of gold.
This ain't Natures grande-epiphany, nor no College degree, no parental guidance, no Royal decree just a lonesome Gig, U R on your own-KID! -to your zig-zag path TO your goal.
Hey Joleen! Let's share our dreams. Let's drink some Whiskey; where do all our dreams just go? Let's cuddle-UP, some Winters night, or frisky, we gonna RUMBLE! -under the midnight sun.
Hey Joleen! Joleen! Tonight, we'll have some fun! (Pass dat whiskey Babe/leastways save me some!?)
c.2025. Dave Delacroix. (Oct. 11th/one day into my 70th year.)
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