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Oct 2018
Just when you think you've seen a spacecraft
an aircraft flies overhead.

It was good while it lasted
I tasted excitement,

achievement?
not really.
Now
had it been an alien ship that slipped in
under the radar I'd have been famous, but it was an aircraft and they just laughed at me.

I know they're up there
orbiting
waiting to drop
and who's going to stop them little
green men?

The question arises,
if
they're aliens to us and we're aliens to them
wouldn't that make us all aliens?

It could be that we are,
that we came in from an
exploding star,
but then we'd be supermen,
a bit
like superman but more than
one of them.

My eyes are glued to the telescope
in the hope I can see them before they see me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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