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Jan 2015


Mission control went round the bend
They ran out of places to send
The astronaut
Who was distraught
If he didn't get home at weekends



On Venus he was to start
His voyage to the stars
But they heard him
shout  'I'm coming
out! And setting a
  course for
Mars'



He didn't know where to belong
His journey was too long
As he gazed into space
He came face to face
With the ghost of
  Major Tom

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.
my mother said
to get things done
you better not mess
with Major Tom
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martin
Written by
martin  England
(England)   
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