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Sep 2012
Let us go see.
what happened since.
We left.
We let.

The wind blow long.
The Orb burn.
Tempest howled.
Poles froze.

Let we take flight.
A small trip.
My ship.
Blue orb.

Look what we made.
Odd creatures they.
Small bodies.
Small minds.

They like big explosions.
And rocket ships.
They seek.
They wonder.

They cannot look inward.
Stars beckon. come
Come children.
Come children.

Their journey is ending.
The journey to dust.
To us .
To us.
Geno Cattouse
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Geno Cattouse  california
(california)   
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