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Your tears strike
the frozen sleet below.
I shuffle to pick them up
because diamonds
are irrefutably too precious
to be wasted away
on such an ungrateful surface.
Full steam ahead, at last,
No journey into the past,
Solar flares with clues
To our lives, nothing to do with you,
Full steam ahead, Oh no,
More like steady as she goes,
On track for peaceful days,
Serene golden years is the way....
Feedback welcome.
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