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There's a satellite in orbit with a large hotdog.
Kept clamped at its core unchased.
It may have the last clear view of a sky.
Before cell phones have filled up space.
Dare to teach the sun a lesson, and hide
in the freezing cold. Let the be world
teach you gently, or by its sting be told.
To whet oh pliable soul.

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