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She calls herself a mutt.

Mix

Dutch

Portuguese

Amazon Indian

Black

Her broken English never holds her back.

Came from a dictatorship turned Socialist experiment when lawyers and dentists drove taxicabs.

Now lives in a country where the sky is the limit if one breaks their back.

She is an American.

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The old gambler

Lived in a small pool cabana

At a rundown motel

On Miami Beach

One evening

We drank several beers

Eat his homemade potato salad and kielbasa on the grill

When it was time for me to leave

Never again would we meet

The old gambler said:

“Save some of your coins so you do not end up broke like me”

288

Coming into the Hermit’s library

Wife

Said

“I cannot take it any longer”

“I need to dust this place”

Armed

With a box full of dusters

We cleaned a few shelves of books

Then

She

 Started sneezing

And

Needed to take a break

Saved

By an allergy attack

Until

Next time

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The flourishing 90’s

The good life

Would not end soon

Dollars

Scooped up with a gigantic dustpan and broom

Swinging back and forth

Moving mountains of hay with a pitchfork

Shifting sand

Globalization

Moved across the land

Jobs have disappeared

Elites

Now offer peasants

Handkerchiefs

To wipe away the tears