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The *** called The kettle ‘Black! ' The kettle rebuffed *** cry not foul, Nor must you bark, While it is stark, You are a sooty reflection Of a night, pitch-dark! ' While the blood of children, The fair-sex, the feeble and the old Is still fresh in their hand, Perpetrators of genocide Demand, the less democrats, Cursed and shunned From a diplomatic mission, Must step aside By humanitarian law As they don't abide! /
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
A *** For A Tat
The *** called The kettle ‘Black! ' The kettle rebuffed *** cry not foul, Nor must you bark, While it is stark, You are a sooty reflection Of a night, pitch-dark! ' While the blood of children, The fair-sex, the feeble and the old Is still fresh in their hand, Perpetrators of genocide Demand, the less democrats, Cursed and shunned From a diplomatic mission, Must step aside By humanitarian law As they don't abide! /
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
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