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Nov 2022
Hector is a lonely agent working for the CIA
Deployed to Angola, of all places
On a mission to recruit
The hangout for expats in Luanda
Is the Come Back Inn
The agency was looking for someone who would not arouse suspicion
He was also looking for love
Hmm, he espied a comely lass dressed in white, with a string pearls accuenting that beautiful neck
Can I buy you a drink?” he found easy to say
Marcy smiled and nodded yes
They were on their way
Doctors Without Borders had placed her there, she revealed
She was that kind of a good old soul
Dinner followed, then came a kiss
They were on a roll
It took a while for Hector to reveal
What he really did
He wasn’t a journalist after all
Did she like the adventurous life?
That sounded pretty good to her
She asked if he needed a wife
That sounded pretty good to him
Dateline: today
They live in a treehouse in Zambia
Baby is on the way
She’s still doing the MD thing
As for Hector, it’s a secret
So I cannot say
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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