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The Eclipse

??I watched TV from 8:35, Until I saw Stargazing Live, Which told me about the dive. It got cold and dark, It was the movement’s mark; It was phenomenal, worth a remark. I saw the whole thing, Until the birds did again sing, I felt like I was on an eagle’s wing. You had to keep deciding, goon, Which was the sun, and which the moon, So that you didn’t get a wooden spoon. It was a beauteous sight, Of natural selection’s light, Which also claims freedom’s might. It was indeed magesti??c, So I will not test it, ‘Cos that would be pathetic. Life is not cryptic, So just accept things, bury the hatchet, And don't create for yourself another wicket. I saw the small explosion, but felt safe, Because I was at a distance, like a waif; I didn't need to have a faith! Evolution makes me feel included, In that transitional static, so fluid; That monumental fusion, not stupid. The next eclipse is in 2026, So please don't get into a fix: You’ve got time to lick your lips. There was an eclipse of the sun by the moon in the UK on Friday the 20th of March at about 8:35am until about 9:45am.

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