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Rocks go by they bounce, and fly In and out of atmosphere Larger stones that think us home Crash, and burn and die Every day, adventure as another whizzes past May not know, when, or where but blast it all to hell You can be **** sure we'll all know Just what happens last
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Is that a fireball Suzy?