Chinese because of his servility and/or size, or a genuine Indiana Jonesian
Short Round? From Bogota, and perhaps relatively recent, but here (it reappeared) is Walter Silva from distant Casanare singing a sentimental but memorable ditty about how his mum etc looked after him when the store wouldn’t put the groceries on the tab. Can someone explain Mr Silva’s metrical theory? Is he singing the text of one song to the melody of another? Another sleepless night beckons? Not exactly:
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