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Globalization (a poem)

The people of the worldAre merely Rubik’s cubes,With infinitesmal combinations,And grids of one colorGrow ever-rarer As time marches on. And what am I, but a unique combinationOf several genetic lines.My mother’s father was a Texan, His family from across the border.And her mother? A Spanish ladyFrom a tree transferred from BasqueTo these damned islands. My…