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*Oh give me a home
where the dust devils roam
Where the rovers and little
probes play
where never is heard
a discouraging word
and the skies are butterscotch
all day....
--Cindy ::takes a bow:: (Please...stop the applause...you're embarrasing me)
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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*Hey!
Someone should rewrite those old Beach Boys songs about muscle cars and etc. for the Saturn V rocket.
You know, rewrite "409"...something like that...
"When I take SV to the launch pad it really shines...it roars loud enough to melt your mind...!!"
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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Perhaps this isn't the best... Mr. Simon, Mr. Garfunkel, all apologies...
A take off of April come she will by Simon and Garfunkel (I just can't stop listening!)
Mars come we will
When dreams are ripe and doubts do wane;
Mars, we will stay,
Never turning back again.
Mars, she?ll change our tune,
In restless walks we?ll prowl her night;
Mars, we will fly
Our journey begun at the end of flight.
Mars, die she must,
Your vacuum winds blow chilly and cold;
Mars I?ll remember
A love once that made us bold.
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