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Nov 2018
Most made a sound at flight,
Didn't land quite smoothly,
He flew like an owl,
Only had half opportunity,
But still made it,
LIke a butter.

Well, it's maybe about patience,
Or somehow about few chances,
But it's not important,
The success is all we hug into,
Reaching peak is all we into.

A peak of the world isn't high now,
Astronomy has been basic but deep,
But sometimes gravity pulls so hard,
He is all your's - the earth.

No perfect body but the perfect soul,
Considering has been an option,
Now spaceship has been the concept.
Written by
Theamage  17/M/Nepal
(17/M/Nepal)   
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     Perry and Seanathon
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