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Jun 2022
But for Putin, the New

World Order, would be

all our destinies, by now.


While St Peters-burger (its

borsch in tears) is filled with

slices of big Mac's Moss-Cow.


But he called their bluff, a

master move, his Black Sea

pawns were in the groove


Though eyes all focussed on

capital Kiev, he had it planned,

that from there, he'd leave.


NATO GNAT sees all abuzz

when the WASP’s began to

swarm


But Vlad To Verse did this

rehearse, so to him, there

was no alarm.
Ryan O'Leary
Written by
Ryan O'Leary  Mallow.
(Mallow.)   
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   guy scutellaro
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