You know a people loves its country when even barely hanging to the run away train of the fourth world, its veins still run “Bleu and Red.” It raises its flag even higher in spite of failure of leadership, repeated humiliations, and complete dismissal of the international community. They call us the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, yet we call it paradise. It that’s not pride I don’t know what is.
Rapadoo
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