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Skip a planet down the line Where the Martians play within our mind For carry-outs just call ahead a month or two However, rest assured that none would answer you Earth she pulls us close, our living Mater Not to fly away at once (a bona fide disaster) Thus for most preventing by her grace The death of self to the folly of foreign space All defy the peace to redefine our self-determination Strong enough to fly despite her gentle sway to stay Greens all watch in abject horror sketching skyward Unbelief as giant towers spewing fire accelerate One way out - One way only Return you skipping stones, the end like drowning Go on ahead and fetch your fried-food order A FLAMING STAR your final fortune cookie stamped
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