David Bowie Blackstar Lyrics and the poetry of Davi love

Ik doch we hebwe tog ietsie weg fan him in sijn oudere jaren,

dat ken niet anders want hij gaft so lichtjes luchtigjes

sijn pak voor de effendi Clement Michael, you know: Lord Breadslow, ter leen.



Vertel het ons nog maar een keertje, great king of Poppy Rock and the pupils gochy toque:

what can I do without you if not the Michael Rock sealed me

for this messaged and so unsuddenly unexpectacled conceivement,

concluding the ha-ha-ha ladies:

better not to look into a future at best in Stirling's Coock cheques edesigned,

we rather would like to come along his side in pair and impair tearing down the fur,

your David and the entire boopz blow-job bobby scene will hope so eagerly:



Do we sing for you a song in lines of 'would you

love then better to get the affects down in once your

'coffre-fort' leaving us no choice?'



True love to be a good choice makes before this line:

my heart is beating in a beauty case filled with my ah-gift in cashew nuts,

Cleio bought his dear love yesterday eating down half of the box,

riding the train on this railway Desire to Rotterdam salvations,

the white powdered wigs we got overnight save and dry over this river

filled up by the Crocodile Dundy fancleb upstairs,

and Sidney Bernadette even smiles this morning

looking at me with what

her ladyship likes to call 'respectfully',



= oh dear my left arm wing seems, no, my way, is, so feeds on my brain circle and

still feels broken, what can we do but cry out:

"look at me as with my own so gazy eyes!"



= ever since the Strassbourg side jump in the box we have been riding wild this horse,

only keeps me the woolen blanket down under the fancy ass of theirs majestic horseback,

oh my,

"what is your price to get astray for one more time?", the Horus bird gives in,

sorry sir, I pretend I am a Christian, and guarantees for the answering treatments

by certain guy JC, a great star at his time year around 40 AD, creating a scene

show world has never dreamed of, and I am the Barnum&Bailey 3 pistas owner clown,

my role is limited, I should smile ironically

sniffling every 5 minutes: "you're kidding",
aleady @White_Hall sends me their niobe wardrobe notes,

slamming doors and sometimes begging me to stop,

though England does pretend there are no frontiers or chainy burdens, we

sometimes likes it better to serve hot, all garnished with beauty dots,



at the end we saved a surprise, turned down even the walls of Jericho insundently keeping the trumpets down for later on, you know, my lawyer? Well, Hopkins, Hopkins & Hopkins, offices at Brighton Rock Boulevard for today may grey say,

"this is just a one good day early morning hour black tea sway before the eight's o'clock."



The Burton Constable Hall fan fay knocks me down with: 'let smiley stop now

with the lamentation, for dear Daffidou this morning

logged the Philips-good-enough-for-me-television

on in Tell-Sell and the article praised very strongly is: 'slippers'/

landscape in the Riff

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