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Mars

the red planet a dream of little green men landing their saucers in my garden I was never invited to join the rank of delusion and if rallied to take a trip I will make sure it is a round ticket with my dog in tow living in a bubble for no reason as we can fix our good earth if we only put our mind to it and stop the greed of ten or should we make it twelve and call them the apostles

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