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Suspected of attack On fascist Graziani He was in house arrest As the case was with Suspects the rest. A prisoner of war Then  via Somalia He was sent to Rome Found a black lion If left at home. Together with A prison inmate From Yugoslavia Called Julio He made a rope Out of a blanket The reason To descend down And escape From a tower prison. In a show of contempt Defying  officials' attempt To smoke out a fugitive On the hide The two at eventide Returned to open fire And attack guards To set  free prisoners Indeed, victory was On their side. Leading partisans Abdissa made it his duty To gruel fascists With insurgent activity. What was the outcome? Parallel to the allied forces When he entered Rome With Ethiopia's tricolor Around his wrist He was accorded A warm welcome. Then he turned his face To allied-forces'- 'For Berlin' race In rooting out **** troops He spurred the pace! Asked to stay in Europe He said shalom "Home sweet home! As written on the bible Can an Ethiopian change His skin or a leopard its spots? Doing so Will it not be a sin?" The unsung hero Returned to Addis Turning Fascist and Nazis' Wild dreams to zero!
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Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
The saga of Abdissa Aga
I drank too much wine the evening before trying to chat up one of the Serbian waitresses in the restaurant at the hotel. The morning came and I was out of salts. Serves you right Abela said chatting up that girl she only understands enough English to get the orders and say thank you and such. Not so loud I said my head is fragile. Abela was unsmiling I'd slept on the sofa while she slept in the big bed. I just couldn't face being in bed with her feeling as I did. You missed great *** last night she said I could have made it a twosome. Sorry about that I mumbled. I'm going on the tour you can stay here she said moodily. Sure enjoy I said. Someone was drumming inside my head. She looked at me then came and kissed my forehead. Hope you feel better when I am back she said and looking at herself in the dressing table mirror went out the door and closed it with a click. I lay there on the sofa feeling a big yuk and sick.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
THE MORNING AFTER 1972.