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Oct 2017
Were science to again visit
The topic of race in humans
Like mice, like bugs, like snakes
Findings would first be specious
Then suspicious, then delicious
Finally mundane

Were race to ever visit
Science and its arched eyebrow,
Flasks would boil indignantly
Mixers would cloud the water
Paradigms would wriggle
Then die
A little ditty about race relations and the loss of the most basic realization that we are all of the human race.
Written by
Cliff Green  60/M/Nevada
(60/M/Nevada)   
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