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Apollo 37

When I was seven I found out that there would be no parachutes after re-entry. We would reach Mars or perhaps only Earth's Moon depending on the direction and thrust. We would conduct our experiments finish some work previous scientists had left train the new ones and then we would head home. We would re-enter Earth's atmosphere as planned but there would be no parachutes no gentle descent to the Sea Kings. There wouldn't be any more missions. This one had to matter. At seven I was excited for the trip and I'm excited again.

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Date: 3/28/2019 10:08:00 PM
Jeffrey, welcome to Poetry Soup. This poem is a fun read, and makes me excited for you!
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