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Aug 2021
If there is life on Mars,
soon there won't be.

we are sending out probes
to
check out the microbes

this is
a beacon of hope for
bacteriological soap
which kills most of the germs
on contact

oh
yes we're killing them
there's no room for anything
only real men
and then
they'll open a club
a pub
a motorway
a way to get away
and then they will look to the stars.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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