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Microgravity

Weightlessness—the secret mystery of lust,
The realm of immense pleasures and minor fear,
Where little pitchers practically “bust, ”
And big ears will hardly ever fail to hear,
Where intimidating mountains of ice cream
Lift domes of caramel into the sky,
And weightless rivers flow far as the extreme,
Making berries grow sweet as mince meat pie
Bred from the most fleshy and juicy kind,
With waters as blue as the midday sky.
Comfort is perfected by Our Creator’s mind
And our composure is bolstered by equanimity,
For only here can be found microgravity.

poem by Albert Price
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