Our Man in Europe, now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "A Taste of Fame."
...A touch of Fame, that brutal game, to usurp the aspic of your given name? That touch of fame, demonic shadow, a kiss of fate. In utero yet aborted, somehow?
DANCE! DANCE! Wherever U may be. I am the Lord of the Dance said He an' I'll lead U all even stuck up on a Tree, I'll cough up a song or 2 for thee!
PRANCE! PRANCE! But nothing is for free. When the music ends do U still get a seat? I'M the Cat who pulls all the strings. Come along & sing wiv' Mio! (Ghostly sounds!)
Ain't no sunshine when IT'S lost. A "has-been" in Hollywood, join the flock. A touch of Fame, Medusa's STARE & U. R. nowhere. And the Golden Fleece? Ever illusive. A taste of Fame.
c.2025. Dave Delacroix.
Hola, my brother, I hope all is well. The boys and I send our love
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