Poem: Golden!
We are all just made of stardust eh – no grit and soul, just the supernova jetsam, that’s enabling us to go get some!
We are all just made of stardust eh – no heart and gumption, just the periodic table’s elements apparently keeping us stable.
Gravity go squeeze us dry, we burn through fuel in the hope of ascendence – an occasional by-product gets called …
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