Mined out, unwanted, the land turns again.
Puertoriqueños making cheap, factory
Greeting cards as the florescent light flickers above

 The Bengali motel bookkeeper, black kids moved
From city strife to this. Out in the Third Ward,
Cousin waves to cousin, parks his Pontiac out back.

 Dzieñ dobry, kuzyn. Gene Autry! This is a Polish joke.

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