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The Old Observatory

But alas! My hopes were instantly dashed
When a monstrous molten meteor crashed
Into the edifice I had just quit;
The hilltop reduced to a smoking pit,

I was thrown from my bike but dazed I knew
It was no accident—now what to do?—

Only my words would preserve the story
Of the star-crossed old observatory.

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