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Jun 2015
This is a poem to the rote performers
Of the celestial bodies
Pretenders to perfection
Upon further inspection
They are not perfect spheres
More like phoenixes
Waiting to die in a billion years
And be reborn in a big bang
A trillion years later
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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     Graff1980, --- and Pax
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