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Moreno’s invitation

Some people say the man is a strange host. Whoever invited by Moreno His legs become heavy, will not his guest There be, and if he can, he will say, ‘No!’ Waiters in his service to Interpol Company belong, in his hotel’s room Talks held are hard, one shakes like a trapped mole, And his big eyes furniture and walls zoom. Al-Bashir he invited, and his trips Were reduced. When out he goes on tiptoes He walks for fear of the boss, who pays tips. Kaddafi he invited, and his foes Chose his life to close, as he feared to end         Like Slobodan. But Gbagbo hide couldn’t find. Excerpt of Delenda Benghazi, Said Kaddafi http://www.amazon.com/Delenda-Benghazi-said-Kaddafi-ebook/dp/B0077K010K
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Written by
mukeshimana-boniface
Rwandan
Published
Jun 5, 2013
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