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Our yesterdays are foreign shores, With unusual customs. Among us are worm-holers, Using foreign words Like *Whitey, ****** ***** Indian.* Archaic phrases, *A woman's place... A child should... Are you a man...* Our boundaries have shifted. Isolationism, provincialism, racism, All derogatory isms Are placed in a time capsule, Not to be opened by this civilization, This new country for ex-pats.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Foreign Shores
Our yesterdays are foreign shores, With unusual customs. Among us are worm-holers, Using foreign words Like *Whitey, ****** ***** Indian.* Archaic phrases, *A woman's place... A child should... Are you a man...* Our boundaries have shifted. Isolationism, provincialism, racism, All derogatory isms Are placed in a time capsule, Not to be opened by this civilization, This new country for ex-pats.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
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