Other night I was lying on me back and looking at the stars. Dread and desiccation; dried up balls and damnation.
I grabbed the old fella and pulled with all my might but all I made was a 1/4 teaspoonful. The stars kept looking right back and my hand was spent.
I give this place 5 years at best...
My trees are dead or rotten, I think from now on I will only grow rocks.
Did you see those pictures of Mars?
I've seen the future and it is right there.
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