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The Deneb |
| Written by William Shoff | |
| Saturday, 17 May 2008 | |
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Come an alien race, Concouring all that they find. Called Denebs by name They play a cosmic game, Enjoyed by all Denebkind. Through the far distant stars In little spacecars, They travel where ever they might, For the stars are their home, And they travel alone, Looking for something to bite. When the signal goes out, They let out a shout, And nosedive from space into time. They dissappear from sight, Become cosmic light, And travel a very straight line. Now I'll tell you a thing That the future might bring Cause the time is now drawing near. The last Deneb I saw, Quoteing mathematical law, Was theoretically, On his way here. Copyright 2008 William Shoff |
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