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THE COST

About as much as what you'd need to fly

    Around eclipsing moons and back again,

The razor thin Uranium reply

    Is always yes, if asked the question then

But never now, before the past can ply

    The seas of molten dragon killing men

Who rest their cases on the reason why.

A little more than holding out around

    The fings of silent Saturns sliping through

The shrill Plutonium points of ultrasound,

    Where obstacles of vanished brilliant blue

Refuse the tumult wobbling in and down,

    And every light constricts its double view,

As hones and heated lasers split the ground.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Novel Verse Form

Tasman Sea

JOURNAL: Ocean Princess (23rd Night)

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