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Concerto de Space Junk
Shattered the music of the spheres
Rains heavy metal on our ears.
Wondered the sage perched on a ledge
With a sandwich at water’s edge:
Does it matter if I’ve eaten,
When the waves tell us we’re beaten?
Two-way ticket
Animals knew not,
Walking up the plank,
Men who each two caught
Were the ones to thank.
Nor do they today,
Walking it faster
The other way
Down to disaster.
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