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Jan 2011
He was all of fourteen when they stomped on the Queen
(Such ungainly, undignified bounces)
And he sat, wide of eye, while up there in the sky
Those two men juggled pounds weighing ounces!

He dreamed that night of their glorious flight
(Of the WHOOSH! and the ROAR! of those rockets!)
And laughed when he learned that they later returned
With nothing but rocks in their pockets!
copyright 2011 T.P. Mooney
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Timothy Mooney
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