We do not need that silly old race To see who gets far into space Β Β We can get more Β Β Both iron and ore If we inhabit just one more place.
Passing the time with blissful miscellany, I happened upon a lovely story. Actually, it isn't lovely at all but it makes a shed-load more sense that when people just dwell on 'Global Warming'. Here is a link to the article: http://news.discovery.com/space/is-human-spaceflight-running-out-of-time.html So inspired was I that I wrote this dicey poem.