The growth in man made satellites
Made the day seem night
Once every few years
The next up is running
For a home like he's got a track on something
Or other waiting for a mother
Son flew sun new while
I yearn stew
Wish that the habitat was controlled
A blade of grass was the first to be told
A fresh lawn with a mixed pawn
The children tell stories
As the parents let look at the two story
Audible chatter minced into worries
A young master only a few months old
Spring on and through the bloom
Don't let the blood and gloom pass the tomb
Just once out of a womb
After a fight heal out my wound
A sound a blast
Over bearing a shriek from the last
A new year lets not fate chance
Yet lets bet a few coin throw it on a hat and let the brim cradle our savings
Hold a number to our youth but hide it behind our back
We can conquer it all even with our hands tied back
All it takes is our corners
Let the sight see a being
Drenched in noir the shadows a deep dish
Very loopy let the tunes play a movie
Let the will be a suspension
Be a cause if you can stand still
Put in weight if that's what you have to shake
Or your materials are miracles
Try as you can
One bit at a time
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