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Win, Win, Lose, Lose (Free verse) by Dovina

A bioengineered nation, top-heavy with old, longevity treatments sold, replenishes its labor force with cheap service, jobs for young poor. Win-win Immigrants come and remain stubbornly foreign, unspeakably Spanish, unchangeably Muslim, un-American. Win-lose Neglecting to die, the old work on, suppressing the young, insulting the immigrants, demanding cheap service, unnaturally alive. Lose-lose

Dovina 29-Jun-07/1:23 PM
Oh, it’s new that I’m two-thirds of the way through Kansas with a bouquet of evening primrose guiding my bicycle.




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