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Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Dystopian Ways and Means
Oh yes
Indeed, we aim
To please the tired,
The teeming destitute
Derelict masses washed up
Like so much flotsam
On our shores,
By keeping our eyes
Always on target,
Even if it means losing
What we set out for.
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