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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.

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  • A poem by Pauline Uchmanowicz.

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