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IncholPoem Jan 2019
Our  spaceship  was
   passing   a  cluster  of  stars.


In  those  stars  
  a  sun's  relative  was  there.


It had   20   planets
  rounding   around  it.

On  the  way  to
  reach  a  new  nebula
a  glittering  cloud
  came  on  our path.

That  cloud -machine
  took  into  dark
  planets    underground
city.

— The End —