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Spaced out
From my rocket to your son,
Is all my planet's worth has won,
The mountain peaks and rocky ridges,
Cause workers worry to build their bridges,
And all the heavens tarry traps,
Can not compare with snaring snatch,
For the cosmonaughts floating by,
Their cables plugged into mother sky,
The space cadets in their younger daze,
Are finding the cheese in their scientists maze,
They will give it all for a pleasures second,
Thrust off, thrust into blissful heaven,
And me with my groping hand,
Volunteering to be her backdoor man,
She laughs at this ape, she smiles indeed,
There are miles to go at warp speed,
It's a suitable cause, a noble goal,
But she thinks I'm best suited for ground control.
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