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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What is this thing they've put me in It's like a kennel made of tin Why do they lift me in the air This treatment really isn't fair I'm tied down with canvas straps Is this a trip for me, perhaps I think I'm high up off the ground And now what is this roaring sound My vision's blurred I cannot see What is happening to me I'm getting heavier I think This dry air makes me want a drink And now the roaring stops at last I'm so glad that noise has past What's this, it seems I have no weight This is a sensation that I hate I hope they stop this feeling quick I'm starting to feel really sick And now I hear another roar but much less noisy than before My weight increases once again and in my chest I feel great pain And now that awful roaring stops and the pressure finally drops Now that those feelings have abated I'm feeling really quite elated Will this be my final fate To live my life with no weight Why I'm here I just don't know Why do these anxious feelings grow Why are these wires stuck in me Why caged up, no longer free Had it been explained to me what my mission was to be And if I'd known what was planned then perhaps I'd understand But I was given little choice No protestations could I voice My life means nort, I'm not a man I'm just a cog in your great plan Now I'm getting really hot A dreadful feeling I have got And then I realise with a sigh that this will be my time to die You've sent me here to die for you and there's nothing I can do except to think that others may not suffer as I do this day I'm burning up and feel such pain as darkness falls upon my brain To be the first, that is my fame Remember ... Laika is my name (Oleg Gazenko, "We shouldn't have done it. We did not learn enough from the mission to justify the death of the dog.")
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