in this fantasy I have silver hair
it is not gold
it is really silver
it attracts mainly robins and breaks easily
I use the broken pieces to make space ships
they are much prettier than NASA or President Bush.
The European Space Agency is cute, but no cigar.
so, here I go to Luna and to other places not
described by President Bush in 2004
Las Vegas: great legs
Your anus: great legs just below or wherever
Hot surface of mother Sun: here we burn in hell paying for last journey
Cool surface of Mars: brief respite from Sun.
good bye
pip pip
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