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Read Poetry: Congo Congo, by Miroslav Atanasov

CONGO, CONGO Congo, Congo, foreign land​ I hurt for you​ you’ve caused me pain. Your tale’s gloomy,​ your story’s sad​ it makes me angry​ it makes me mad. My heart is broken​ I don’t know why now that I’ve met … Continue reading

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