To the astronaut that once discovered space mountain.
I was in line, feet racing like a formula one car carrying a Greek clothes line. Living rooms developed spaces for a suntan as children rescued their breath from a party balloon. I knew what you were going to say at the press conference, yet it wasn't a win nor a loss. Like telephone poles dancing to keep the vulturces away. The call inside a space helmet, with a waterfall and cave, to replace a pencil.
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