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Sep 2016
Its the darkest planet yet.  
This is the warmest we can get.  

My hell is my home,  
Where the hideous creatures roam.

Missing earth,  i asked my dad,  
If theres any ideas, that he had.  

He told me to shut it,  and be a man,  
To grow up,  be as strong as I can.  

He told me I will never be warm again,  
Stuck on this planet that doesn't spin.  

Why dad, why, have you done this to us?
You make me so mad,  I want to cuss!

It turns out,  it was a  gambling debt.  
We were here,  because he lost a bet!

That night I took a stone to my dad,  
I think he knew, that it was getting bad!

That night,  I was ugly as the creatures,  
I beat his head in,  with a ******* rock!
His head was flat,  and had no features.  

Then I was,  
                   On my own. .  

Nobody voices to hear,  
                                       For I was alone.
The Fellow Traveler
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The Fellow Traveler
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   Doug Potter
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