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A Poem: Temporary Contemporary 

Like insects, languages go extinct.

Every two weeks, one of the world's

seven thousand ways to say

sayonara vanishes.

If only the Esperanto of animosity

disappeared as reliably.

Speaking of...

  • A poem by Pauline Uchmanowicz.

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