sputnik the rocket cosmic was amongst us 7 months to the decade
here lies all the waiting, so explain the panic, rush and haste: may it ever fade?
you wander off in your restful state to somewhere desolate
the king of clubs has the queen of spades
so swift the changes become and much gagged in resonance
just insecure and miserly razor blades
endlessly the words and deeds intense
involuntarily sent to orbit with disregard to consequence
bow! you boys of up-river
yell what it is you deliver
then calmly just like a wilting bloom - disappear
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