Not Just Any Sunset
Sitting on the back porch watching the sunset
Sipping on a budlight, thought I heard a jet
The object overshadowed the house
I jumped off the porch and down on the ground
It was big, it was green and it was round
I was pulled up into the ship
I was offered cheese and a little nip
Party pooper is what I was called
I was pushed out of the ship
and thought I would fall
I opened my eyes and I was standing tall
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